But in Old Rimrock, NJ, in 1995, when the Ivan Ilyches come trooping back to lunch at the clubhouse after their morning round of golf and started to crow, "It doesn't get any better than this," they may be a lot closer to the truth than Leo Tolstoy ever was.

People liked to imagine they were free to choose their own lives, but she had learned that choice was sometimes illusory.

It never once occurs to him, though, that the reason he’s so unhappy is that he’s an asshole.

He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

Written By Carlos Ruiz Zafón

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