Ybon was the one who suggested calling the wait something else. Yeah, like what? Maybe, she said, you could call it life.

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

The thoughts he put in her head. Someone should’ve arrested him for it.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

Character is the plot in many ways

I think men spend so much time passing for being men.

I'm having so much trouble with writing. Maybe if I help other people, it'll be easier for me.