He presses his forehead down on the podium and I watched his shoulders shake, and then finally, he said, "Goddamn it, Augustus, editing your own eulogy."
"Don't swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus," Gus said.

“I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabel…”

“The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.”

“I do, Augustus. I do.”

“How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the peopl…”