Character: Isabel. Page 2

Even when healed, will never be the same again.

Isabel's lips quivered as if she was trying to suppress a grin. Then she sighed.
- You know, I didn't even occur to you what I wanted? - she said. - A guy who can make me laugh.

He's not someone who become. He's the one who you are.

The only thing that people do not forget, it is something unsolved. Nothing lives so long as mystery.

We hide our blood, while you ought to flaunt it. Blood is beautiful, like a precious stone.

Oh, Iza, join us.
- No, thank you, sweetheart. It stinks of whores.

And you expected me to eat this stuff?
- You expected me to cook it?

- You're drunk!
- Yes, I'm drunk. And you're beautiful. Tomorrow morning I'll be sober and you'll still be beautiful.

Eat like you're in some exotic country, and it is the national dish.

- To love is to suffer, in Isabelle's answer sounded grim confidence knowledgeable professional. In love should be lots of dark passion.
- Is it necessary?
- Absolutely. And more flour.

My parents only had sex once, so we're twins... they didn't want to do it a second time.

You have the most beautiful lips. So bright, juicy and sweet, these dark and cruel... let's smear their lipstick! You'll make a cute girl!

- I think you are lucky. I wish I have parents like yours!
- Other people's parents always seem better than your own. But the grandparents always better your.