“It's hotter than a two-peckered alley cat up in here. Humidity must be close to a hundred.”
“You must now go home, where everything -- you can be quite sure -- will be falser than here....You must go now. You'll leave by the right, through the alley....”
“Whew! You two are blowing hotter air than a tornado circlin’ a volcano in Hades.”
“The house, it's already been a-settin' here for a hundred years. It'll be right here tomorrow. It's today I must be livin'.”
“Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.”
“…out of the city’s eighty-five thousand streets, there are about eight hundred fifty called Juárez, seven hundred fifty named Hidalgo, and seven hundred known as Morelos. Two hundred are called 16 de Septiembre, while a hundred more are called 16 de Septiembre Avenue, Alley, Mews, or Extension…”