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" Don't worry, nothing's going to happen here. Skirmishes, pantomimes, and hypocrisy en masse for a while, that's for certain, but nothing serious. If we're unlucky, some idiot might go too far, but whoever holds the reins won't let anything get out of hand. It wouldn't be worth it. They'll be a fair amount of hullabaloo, but most of it will come to nothing. Records will be broken in the Olympic sport of coat turning and we'll see heroes merging from under the sofa. .. Its going to be like a long constipation. "
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón , El laberinto de los espíritus (El cementerio de los libros olvidados, #4)
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" Setting aside the puppet shows, the only thing that matters is who will be ruling, who will have the keys to the cash register, and how they're going to split up other people's money among themselves. On their way to the booty they'll spruce everything up, which is badly needed. New Scoundrels will appear, new leaders, and a whole choir of jnnocents with no memory will come out into the streets, ready to believe whatever they want or need to believe. They'll follow whichever Pied Piper flatters them most and promises them some shotty paradise... This is what it is... with its highs and lows, and it's only as good as it gets, which is better than nothing. There are those who see it coming and go far away... And there are those of us who stay with our feet stuck in the mud, because anyhow we don't have anywhere better to go. But don't worry about the circus. We've now come to the clown acts, and the trapeze artists will take a while to arrive. "
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón , El laberinto de los espíritus (El cementerio de los libros olvidados, #4)
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" Ükski väärt asi siin elus ei ole lihtne, Daniel. Noorena olin arvanud, et kui tahad oma elust mõnusasti läbi purjetada, on tarvis osata kolme asja. Esiteks: korralikult kingapaelu kinni siduda. Teiseks: naitserahvast korralikult lahti riietada. Ja kolmandaks: lugeda iga päev lõbu pärast paar lehekülge säärasid sõnu, mis on kirja pandud oskuslikult ja sisemise põlemisega. Arvasin, et mees, kellel on kindel samm, kes oskab kallistada ja mõistab kuulata sõnade muusikat, elab kauem, ja mis peamine, paremini. Ent aeg on mulle õpetanud, et sellest jääb väheks ning et vahel pakub elu meile võimaluse püüelda sihi poole, et meist saaks midagi enamat, kui kahel jalal kõndiv karvane elukas, kes üksnes sööb, roojab ja võtab sel planeedil ajutiselt ruumi... "
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón , El laberinto de los espíritus (El cementerio de los libros olvidados, #4)