I'm like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.

“Crying all the time had made her more beautiful. Grief will do that sometimes. …”

“These were the early Clinton years but the economy was still sucking an eightie…”

“Ana Iris perguntou-me se eu o amava e eu falei-lhe das lâmpadas na minha antiga…”

“The half life of love is forever.”