She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure.
Paulo CoelhoThe boy reached through to the Soul of the World, and saw that it was part of the Soul of God. And he saw that the Soul of God was his own soul. And that he, a boy, could perform miracles.
Paulo CoelhoWhen something undesirable grows in my soul, I ask God to give me the courage to mercilessly pluck it out.
Paulo CoelhoA Warrior knows that the ends do not justify the means. Because there are no ends, there are only means.
Paulo Coelho