Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself.

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

Life is only lived full-time by women with children.

Fidelity, enforced and unto death, is the price you pay for the kind of love you never want to give up, for someone you want to hold forever, tighter and tighter, whether he's close or far away, someone who becomes dearer to you the more you've sacrificed for his sake.

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.

When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.

Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.