That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

If he had one true love, then he wanted you to have one, too.

I guess I had this silly notion that things would be different now, since I was different.

Bad day?" "Every day is a bad day here." "Eh, this place isnt't so terrible." "How are you always cheerful?" "Alcohol," he says with a sideways grin.

She asks if I left a girlfriend behind when we moved. I say no, and she smiles, which just about ruins me.

Marina, as of the sea. You stick with Hector Ricardo. I'll take care of you;its in my name

Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings.