Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.

Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

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

Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.

I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it’s never done.

To hell with luck. I'll bring the luck with me.