Her time came. She made it come, and she went out on a high note. Her first and last heroine high, that was. She went out like all the great ones, keeping her dignity and fucking enjoying herself while doing it. What a lady.
They expect it to dry out in the next few weeks.
- Tu fais quoi?
- Je pense...
- À quoi?
- À toi.
- Ok.
Señorita, si no le importa, que yo no me caso con nadie. Según parece.
Naivety and helplessness beget a shiver of tenderness in me. Tenderness in others just fucking breaks my heart, for some reason.
One should always pack half-drunk, it's way more fun. Specially on arrival.
"Find yours and keep it", she said. "You'll recognize it at first glance", she assured, with such a conviction that made you wish she had found her own.
- Eso debería estar prohibido por la Convención de Ginebra.
- Nessss.
- ¿Qué dice ésta?
- Con-ven-cio-nes.
- Pues-va-le. Ya hubieran sido unas cuantas si hubieran prohibido todo lo que se tenía que prohibir en la convención esa.
- Nessss.
Si los hijos de puta volaran no veríamos nunca el Sol. Eso lo saben aquí y lo saben en Venus. Y la que se folla a alguien más a tus espaldas, qué no te hará a la cara.
She felt she should warn him, so she did. But she didn't really want to, so she said it in such a low voice he couldn't hear her.
When I was 17 or 18, I used to listen to this song, over and over again. I'm such a cliché.
And she goes to bed and falls asleep with a clean conscience.
À la tienne!
253. How much of your life is your fault?
- Bottom line.
- Fuck you.
- Can we just agree to disagree?
- I said: Fuck you.
You get to make mistakes.
Et tu me laissas partir. Et alors? Je parie que tu aimerais rêver de moi toutes les nuits.
232. Le premier jour du rest de ma vie
Cela sera quand?
