The bulls are my best friends." I translated to Brett. "You kill your friends?" she asked. "Always," he said in English, and laughed. "So they don't kill me.

He was violating the second rule of the two rules for getting on well with people that speak Spanish; give the men tobacco and leave the women alone

All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they really happened and after you are finished reading one you feel that it all happened to you and after which it all belongs to you.

The only decent bone in her body was mine.

It is a hell of a thing to be hungry in your own house.

The world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.

Your blood coagulates beautifully.