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He put
down his coffee, lit a cigarette, and looked at the ceiling for a
long time. Then he turned to me. “It’s a very simple sentence,”
he said. “I love you” –p26
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To love
is to lose control. –p37
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Why do
we always do this? Why do we notice the speck in our eye but not the
mountains, the fields, the olive groves? -p48
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I was
there because suddenly life presented me with Life. I felt no guilt,
no fear, no embarrassment. As I listened to what he was saying –
and felt myself growing closer to him- I was more and more convinced
that he was right: there are moments when you have to take a risk, to
do crazy things. - P29,
From 'By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept' (Paulo Coelho)
