She had never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess.

“Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.”

“May be it took realizing that you could die to keep you from wanting to do it.”

“Corazon smiled at him. "You know how your mother keeps her Christmas card list?…”

“Shooting stars are not stars at all. They're just rocks that enter the atmosphe…”