Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead -somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man -somewhere these, too, come together.

What stops you killing yourself when you're intoxicated out of your mind is the thought that once you're dead you won't be able to drink any more.

I don't have general views about anything, except social injustice.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.