Every other person/thing except you is a part of your life, but you are itself a life .

Not at all," said Dorothea, with the most open kindness. "I like you very much."  Will was not quite contented, thinking that he would apparently have been of more importance if he had been disliked. He said nothing, but looked dull, not to say sulky.

Our body remains alive, yet sooner or later our soul will receive a mortal blow. The perfect crime--for we don't know who murdered our joy, what their motives were, or where the guilty parties are to be found.

Written By Steve Berry

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