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Danh ngôn của Patricia Cornwell (Sứ mệnh: 8)

On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.
I didn't invent forensic science and medicine. I just was one of the first people to recognize how interesting it is.
I believe the root of all evil is abuse of power.
Survival was my only hope, success my only revenge.