The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light.

“Yeah, well. If you're staying here in hopes of making out with Alaska, I sure w…”

“the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because …”

“You can't just make me different and then leave”

“Pero yo creo en el amor verdadero, ¿sabes? No creo que todos deben tener vista …”