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“Algunas de las mejores cosas de la vida no están hechas para durar siempre. Por eso las valoramos tanto cuando suceden. Como una caja lena de tu chocolate favorito. O las estrellas fugaces. No nos negamos a comer ese dulce porque vaya a acabase una vez que lo hagamos, ni dejamos de mirar las estrellas cuando vemos que una cruza el cielo disparada. Disfrutamos del momento porque sabemos que vivirlo merece la pena.”

“PAPER TOWERS The library was on the second floor of the House, not far from my room. It had two floors—the first held the majority of the books and a balcony wrapped in a wrought-iron railing held another set. It was a cavalcade of tomes, all in immaculate rows, and with study carrels and tables thrown in for good measure. It was my home away from home(away from home. I walked inside and paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of paper and dust—the perfumes of knowledge. The library was empty of patrons as far as I could tell, but I could hear the rhythmic squeal of a library cart somewhere in the rows. I followed them down until I found the dark-haired vampire shelving books with mechanical precision. I knew him only as “the librarian.” He was a fount of information, and he had a penchant for leaving books outside my door.”

“The current is harsh, but gracious... It disciplines as with rod and staff and protects us all the same. Its flow is unpredictable, yet so methodically planned that even the angels in heaven cannot know its end but when they see it they cry out, 'hallelujah, praise be, for such was the plan from the beginning.' What joy that we should be held in its mercy and in the love of its reproach, keeping us adrift on the way everlasting. The Good Lord's eye is on the sparrow, so I know He's watching over us.”

“Sia narrowed her eyes, studying him. “Are you thinking about someone?” she asked with a teasing grin. “No,” he replied quickly, almost too quick. “Are you lying to me?” she pressed, her tone playful but sharp. “Why would I lie?” Dev countered, trying to sound casual. “Then tell me, she demanded, crossing her arms. “Hey, I’m the big brother here. Stop acting like you’re my elder sister,” he snapped, frowning. Sia smirked. “It’s not about that. You can tell me. I won’t say a word to anyone—promise. And who knows, I might even be able to help,” she said with a sly smile. Dev scoffed. “Ahh, I don’t need your help,” he replied, waving a hand dismissively. “Not even for her?” Sia asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “For who?” Dev asked, trying to sound indifferent, though his voice fal-tered slightly. “I know there’s a girl,” Sia said confidently, her arms folding tighter. “Girl? No…” he replied, a little too quickly. “Okay then, don’t tell me.” Sia shrugged, turning away with a smug smile. “Wait,” Dev called out, leaning forward. Sia spun around, eyes wide. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!” she squealed, prac-tically bouncing in place. “Hey, you little rat…” Dev groaned, rubbing his forehead. “It’s nothing to get excited about. And don’t you dare backstab me, got it?” “Of course, Bhai,” she said with a mischievous grin, placing a hand dra-matically over her heart. “The girl who helped Mom… she lives in this very building,” Dev said quietly, glancing around as if someone might overhear. Sia raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “I know,” Dev said a little too loudly. “How are so sure, it is she?” she pressed, stepping closer. “Well… I… I just know,” he stammered, his voice fumbling. Sia squinted at him. “What are you hiding?” “I… I… you know… I just think Maa didn’t thank her properly. It was kind of rude. So… we should… you know… thank her,” he said, his words tripping over each other, clearly dodging the truth. “Huh?” Sia looked at him, puzzled. “You’re blushing like a tomato be-cause Maa didn’t say thank you properly?” “I mean… yes,” Dev muttered, quickly looking away. Sia rolled her eyes. “Okay, boring. I’m going to sleep,” she said, turning toward the stairs. “Wait! Listen—don’t tell Maa,” Dev called after her. “Of course,” Sia replied over her shoulder, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I won’t waste her time like you just wasted mine.” For her, it was her normal brother who gets annoyed when people don’t act kind enough to other. So, for her its clearly no love. And with that, she disappeared down the stairs.”

“You cannot be truly humble, unless you truly believe that life can and will go on without you.”

“Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.”

“To some believers, being on the pill or using a condom is a nonverbal way of telling God to go to hell.”

“It goes without saying that even those of us who are going to hell will get eternal life—if that territory really exists outside religious books and the minds of believers, that is. Having said that, given the choice, instead of being grilled until hell freezes over, the average sane human being would, needless to say, rather spend forever idling in an extremely fertile garden, next to a lamb or a chicken or a parrot, which they do not secretly want to eat, and a lion or a tiger or a crocodile, which does not secretly want to eat them.”

“An expensive coffin does not decrease the deceased’s chances of going to hell.”

“How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.”

“Our world is not safe. It is a toxic swamp populated by predators and parasites. The odds are stacked against us from the moment of conception. We survive only because we fight the elements, hunger, disease, each other. And, although civilization promises us safe harbor, that promise is a fairy tale. Only the storm is real. It comes for each of us. And we cannot win. We can only choose how we will suffer our defeat. We can meekly take our beatings, and die like lemmings, finding solace in the belief that we shall one day inherit the earth. Or, we can plunge into the chaos with eyes wide open, taking comfort instead from the bruises, scars, and broken bones which prove that we fought to live and die as gods.”

“We all have problems. Or rather, everyone has at least one thing that they regard as a problem.”

“What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...”