I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.

I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different.

Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.