The Witch of Portobello

by Paulo Coelho

I don’t just mean people, but our ideas and dreams too: we might survive a day, a week, a few years, but we’re all condemned to lose. Our body remains alive, yet sooner or later our soul will receive the mortal blow.

I’m going back, or, rather, part of me is going back to that world where only what we can see, touch, and explain makes sense.