“I am an old man, and I am dying...Will you remember me, Jacob?" I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold." Mr. Gold's laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of the room.” — Noah Benshea Copy Share Image
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the pavement,the flight of her hands,the gold… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
