God is struggling for  you, believe and  wait.

I don't feel like Nick's wife. I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.

Publicamos para não passar a vida a corrigir rascunhos. Quer dizer, a gente publica um livro para livrar-se dele

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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