You're going to pee in someone's suitcase?" "Do you have any other ideas?" And suddenly Miracolina begins to snicker, then giggle, then giggle, then cackle uncontrollably. "He's going to pee in someone's suitcase!" "Quiet! Do you want people on the bus to hear you?" But Miracolina is beyond help. She's entered into a fullfledged laughter fit-the kind that leaves your stomach hurting. "They're gonna open their suitcase," she blurts between bursts of glee, "And their clothes’ll be full of pee!

It's amazing that something as simple as a kiss can overpower the worst of worries.

You have robbed me, and everyone here, of their purpose. That's not salvation, that's damnation.

Either things happen for a reason, or they happen for no reason at all. Either one's life is a thread in a glorious tapestry or humanity is just a hopelessly tangled knot.

It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.

Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem

Can I believe in that God too?