She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

“Como si el mundo se encogiera en torno a un núcleo de entidades desglosables. L…”

“Qual es lo peor: Que soy pobre o que soy americano?”

“I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin…”

“This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy.…”