“... look, lust, and leave, knowing I could never have one of them for myself.”

“She wanted to say, no. She wanted to say, I have a son, there is a child, this cannot happen. Because you know that no one will ever love them like you do. You know that no one will look after them like you do. You know that it's an impossibility, it's unthinkable that you could be taken away, that you will have to leave them behind.”

“Then I looked at myself in the mirror. I was proud of myself, of my entire life, of everything I have done. It was the BEST feeling... I didn't want to leave that place. I wish I never woke up.”

“I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.”

“I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.”

“Look, if I don't flirt with you, you should take that as a compliment. I don't always respect myself, but I almost never respect men. They're like flowers all showy, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground. But you I respect. I always did. From the first day I saw you.”