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“We are all the same instincts-- Good and Evil struggled between us. It was all a matter of control. And choice. Nothing more and nothing less.”

Quote by Paulo Coelho

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Paulo Coelho
Paulo Coelho

Paulo Coelho, born on August 24, 1947, is a renowned Brazilian author and lyricist. His works are characterized by profound philosophical thoughts and rich imagination, with his most famous novel being 'The Alchemist'. more

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