One mustn't dream of one's future; one must earn it. And you have no future, Salgado. Neither you, nor a country that keeps producing beasts like you and the governor, and then looks the other way. Between us all we've destroyed the future and all that awaits us is shit like the shit you're dripping with now and that I'm sick of cleaning off you.
( Carlos Ruiz Zafón )
[ The Prisoner of Heaven ]
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