I remember the nights we spent just talking to each other, not wanting to go to sleep, living in the embrace of each others company. Now I spend my nights talking to myself, wishing you had never left, looking at… — Francisco Garcia Copy Share Image
“And then we would leave, and by that time it would already be dark, and as we headed to the bus or the subway or went walking home, we would eat our sandwiches, enjoying the Mexico City night, which I've… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
