I imagine a child. That child is me. I can reconstruct and vividly remember portions of my own childhood. I can see, taste, smell, feel, and hear them. Then what I do is, not write about that kid or about his world, but start to think of a book that would have pleased him.

Marriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Everyday God give us the sun--and also one moment which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist--that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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