Leaving behind the babble of the plaza, I enter the Library. I feel, almost physically, the gravitation of the books, the enveloping serenity of order, time magically dessicated and preserved.

As I crossed the street, my sister yelled out the window, "Do you want us to bring you a cone?" and I thought, You're so stupid, Roberta, cones melt.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

When you want something,  the whole universe conspires  in helping you to achieve it.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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