Sometimes the best of gods gift's arrive by the shattering of all the window panes.

Each was anxious to play the part fate had allotted to him, and each was dimly conscious of an inability to remain confined in it, and painfully aware that their secret problems would have been unintelligible to most men of their own class and kind.

What's the matter, don't you like surprises?" "I like them if they're pleasant ones, and when they happen suddenly," Holly said. "But not when I have to ponder them for an hour and forty-five minutes.

Water. Deep water. Infinitely deep water of the primordial ocean, where everything is possible.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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