“…At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it…” — The thorn birds.
Es mejor una verdad que tal vez llegue a herirme a vivir una mentira junto a ti... Aprovecha, ésta es tu oportunidad para culparme, y ésto hace que nuestro final sea más honesto.