I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.

Only in words on a page can it still be yesterday.

Women, when they kill themselves, choose far more romantic methods - like slashing their wrists or taking an overdose of sleeping pills

Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind up forgetting the Language of the World.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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