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wm ldhy t`rfh 'nt? '`rf 'kthr mnk bkthyr fym yt`lq blns w lmsy'l ldnywy@. wkm y`lmn frwyd , flmr'@ trGb b`ks m tfkr bh 'w tw'kd `lyh. w hdh y`ny 'nh l twjd 'y mshkl@ Tlqan , dh tm`n fy l'mr jydan 'm lrjl , km y`lm ljmy` fykhD` ltnbyht jhzh ltnsly w lhDmy
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And so, under cover of midnight, a couple of Sugus, and the spell of memories that were threatening to disappear in the mist of time, Fermin began to connect the threads that would weave the end and the beginning of our story....
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S'dbata vinagi se spotaiva toku zad 'g'la. Dosushch kato kradets, prostitutka ili prodavach na lotariini bileti. Onova, koeto s'dbata nikoga ne pravi, sa viziti po domovete. Chovek triabva sam da t'rchi sled neia.
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hl t`rf 'jml m fy lqlwb lmHTm@? nh ttHTm blf`l mr@ wHd@ fqT , wkl m yHl bh b`dy'dh mjrd khdwsh
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l shy qdr `l~ lt'thyr fy lqr~ 'kthr mn lktb l'wl ldhy yms qlbh Hqan
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In my world death was like a nameless and incomprehensible hand, a door-to-door salesman who took away mothers, beggars, or ninety-year-old neighbors, like a hellish lottery. But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred, that death could be dressed in a uniform or raincoat, queue up at the cinema, laugh in bars, or take his children out for a walk to Ci..
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Tras somera inspeccion, Jorge de Leon dictamino que el cuaderno habia sido compuesto en una lengua ajena a la cristiandad y ordeno que sus hombres fueran a buscar a un impresor llamado Raimundo de Sempere que tenia un modesto taller junto al portal de Santa Ana y que, habiendo viajado en su juventud, conocia mas lenguas de las que eran aconsejables para un cristiano de bien.
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Television, my dear Daniel, is the Antichrist, and I can assure you that after only three or four generations, people will no longer even know how to fart on their own and humans will return to living in caves, to medieval savagery, and to the general state of imbecility that slugs overcame back in the Pleistocene era. Our world will not die as a result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, of making a joke o..
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For me those enchanted pages will always be the ones I found among the passageways of the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.
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I threw up my breakfast, my dinner, and a good amount of the anger I was carrying with me.
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I let the remainder of the morning drift by between the alchemy of the music and the perfume of books,
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n 'fDl Tryq@ ltfdy tmrd lfqr, hy lsmH lhm btqlyd l'Gny
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nHn nw'ss frDytn `l~ nmym@ rdyy'@ , f`ndm ySf ljmy` 'Hdan `l~ 'nh Gwl , fhnk Htmln : m 'nh qdys 'w nhm yzyfwn lHky@
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'm lrjl, km y`lm ljmy` , ykhD` ltnbyht jhzh ltnsly wlhDmy
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man is a social animal, characterized by cronyism, nepotism, corruption, and gossip. That's the intrinsic blueprint for our 'ethical behavior,'" he argued. "It's pure biology."
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In this manner, secretly, ....let the years go by, silencing their hearts and souls to the point where, from so much keeping quiet, they forgot the words with which to express their real feelings and became strangers...
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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Like the good ape he is, man is a social animal, characterized by cronyism, nepotism, corruption and gossip.
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A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.
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There are worse prisons than words.
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Coincidences are the scars of fate.
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There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.
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