“What could you possibly hope to find in a cemetary?" The women said. "The dead tell no secrets and the living seldom come to visit them.”

“What could you possibly hope to find in a cemetary?" The women said. "The dead tell no secrets and the living seldom come to visit them.”

“Love is the only memory one never loses, Isaac.” His father had said. “Because even if one loses his mind the memory always remains in the heart.”

“It is known all over the world that there are no secrets in the ghetto and as long as you keep those secrets, you may keep your life.”

“I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.”“You want to marry for love?” The elder Valentino scoffed. “Que mierda. Marrying for love is like adding extra picante to your meal. It may seem like a good idea at the time, but your stomach will curse you for it with ulcers in the end.”

“What could you possibly hope to find in a cemetary?" The women said. "The dead tell no secrets and the living seldom come to visit them.”

“Stories exist to entertain and inspire us. They’re merely veils of hope for when we see the ugliness of the world.”