Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.

Talking money is crass; so I&#39;m not going to tell you what I made last year.

If I became a monster today, and decided to kill them, one by one, they would become aware only after most of the flock had been slaughtered, thought the boy. They trust me, and they’ve forgotten how to rely on their own instincts, because I lead them to nourishment.

Considering the circumstances, it was a rather good kiss. In reality, it would have been perfect if they both had not been coughing from the smoke.

Written By Isabel Allende

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