“Let's shake hands and be friends, but please, I beg you, stop farting like that, because I'm beginning to hallucinate and in my dreams I see Comrade Joseph Stalin doing the Charleston.”

“You are Joseph the dreamer of dreams, dear Jude.And a tragic Don Quixote. And sometimes you are St. Stephen, who, while theywere stoning him, could see Heaven opened. Oh, my poor friend and comrade,you'll suffer yet!”

“Please help me, I begged her silently. "I'm fine." I'm not fine, and I am going to kill someone, and I don't know if I'll be able to stop "I'm fine, let's go back.”

“Every time I see a picture of Stalin I look him square in the eye and I say: You're a meat eater, Joseph.”

“Give me one last time,” he begged. “Please, please. I beg you.” “I—” She stopped and started again. “I’m afraid, Gabriel. You’ll break my heart.” “Mine is already broken.”

“See?" I crowed. "I know what I'm doing. Two weeks, tops, and you'll be begging to dip your fries in my shake.""You think?" It took me about a second before I realized I'd done it again. My mouth seriously needed a chaperone.”