Sitting in the cosiness of my little home, I have explored the mystery of the cosmos, encountered Schrodinger’s cat, chatted with Baruch Spinoza, witnessed Antony and Cleopatra melting Rome in the Tiber, travelled among the arid mountains of Afghanistan where hooded faces sought god in the barrels of guns, and listened to the music of the stars. And accomplished a lot more, all thanks to books. I love books more than people simply because it is easier to understand the former whether they be fiction or non-fiction. When it comes to fiction I like the kind which explore life in depth. I like fiction spiced up with philosophy, history and possibly a little mystery too. Good fiction takes us through the dark labyrinths in the human psyche. Even psychology has not understood the human motives better than Dostoevsky or Joseph Conrad or Javier Marias. The most sacred religious scriptures cannot refresh my soul as does Nikos Kazantzakis or Franz Kafka. Jose Saramag
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