Beli at thirteen believed in love like a seventy-year-old widow who's been abandoned by family, husband, children and fortune believes in God.

Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them.

You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

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

I can see myself watching him shave every morning. And at other time I see us in that house and see how one bright day (or a day like this, so cold your mind shifts every time the wind does) he will wake up and decide it's all wrong. I'm sorry, he'll say. I have to leave now.

I can't imagine anybody who ends up being an artist who didn't pass through a time of geekiness.

The truth is there ain’t no relationship in the world that doesn’t hit turbulence.