It is as if Little Red Riding Hood had asked the wolf: ‘Dear Grandmother, what is the truth for ‘ And the wolf had replied: ‘The truth helps me tell you better lies.
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Sara Castro-Klarén,
Understanding Mario Vargas Llosa
It is as if Little Red Riding Hood had asked the wolf: ‘Dear Grandmother, what is the truth for ‘ And the wolf had replied: ‘The truth helps me tell you better lies.
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Sara Castro-Klarén,
Understanding Mario Vargas Llosa
What was I to you ‘ he asked. She didn’t answer but turned and walked away. That’s when he knew: Nothing or everything.
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Donna Lynn Hope
I had a dream about you. I was sitting on your couch, relating my succession of ideas on subconscious influence. I asked you what they meant, and you told me that free associations were a bad way to advance my political career.
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Bauvard,
I Had a Dream About You
When things get too complicated, it sometimes makes sense to stop and wonder: Have I asked the right question
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Enrico Bombieri
Could you just call me Pigeon he asked the teacher when she read his name.
Does your mother call you Pigeon
No.
Then to me you are Paul.
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Nathan Sutter, the teacher read.
My mother never calls me Nathan.
Is it Nate
She calls me Honeylips.
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Brandon Mull,
The Candy Shop War
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy . They told me I didn t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn t understand life.
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John Lennon
So you think that money is the root of all evil […] Have you ever asked what is the root of money Money is a tool of exchange, which can’t exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil
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Ayn Rand,
Atlas Shrugged