The impact had cut your upper lip in two, he had said, clean down the middle. Clean down the middle. Like a harelip.

After all there was good in the old ways...there was good in the new order too.

Here is how to sit through small openings of your father’s first art films, surrounded by surly foreign cigarette smoke and conversations so pretentious you literally cannot believe them, you’re sure you have misheard them.

I don't see any reason why I should look for someone who never took the trouble to love me.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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