‘What is left? What is he to wrap himself in, now that everything has floated off into space?’
‘We see things most folks can’t.’
‘Loneliness is the extra, the part that’s unnecessary.’
‘In the end, what one understands in Rio de Janeiro is that joy is the only coherence of a living being.’
‘You didn’t know where you wanted to end up, had never considered how much time you had left.’
‘She felt things under the skin: scars where the body had torn during childbirth, clumps of cellulite, lobules and ducts.’
A madman is dead set on blowing up the Taj Mahal, and there’s only one pair of detectives who can stop him. Tamil Pulp Fiction at its best.
‘A single pod of cardamom! Was that enough? To flavour an entire life’s pot of time?’
Here, more die than are born. There’s a refrigerator at the bottom of the lake. The ferryman is dead. No one is coming to take his place.
‘I started working for the Bishop of San Julián in 1939, not long after the death of my husband.’
‘Desire was a slapping, bone-chilling wind the likes of which did not exist this close to the equator.’
‘I had a new persona I’d been planning to introduce the first day of school: a girl wise beyond her years who was not at all nerdy or spastic or prone to crying jags.’
‘‘I have a body now,’ I whisper.’
‘The vagina was the first part of her mother’s body that turned to sugar.’
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