Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.

Women stand with their arms folded chatting. They don't sit because all they do is stay at home, take care of the children, clean the house and cook a bit and the men need the chairs. The men sit because they are worn out from walking to the Labour Exchange every morning to sign for the dole, discussing the world's pro less and wondering what to do with the rest of the day.

Tanks come in two forms: the dangerous, deadly kind and the &#39;liberating&#39; kind.

Time cures all, I thought, except the truth.

Written By Carlos Ruiz Zafón

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