“Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.”

“A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.”

“The best you can really hope for is a family where everyone's problems, big and small, work together. Kind of like an orchestra where every instrument is out of tune, in exactly the same way, so you don't really notice”

“Ms. McMartin had no close family. Her nearest relative was a distant cousin who had recently died in Shanghai, after a severe allergic reaction to a bowl of turtle and arsenic soup.”

“who wants to live forever?" actually, she wouldn´t mind a small dose of immortality. the concept worked well for her. Fain muttered as the engines roared to life, "yeah, but no one said i wanted to die today.”

“It's best to love your family as you would a Siberian tiger-from a distance, preferably separated by bars.”