Karen M. McManus

I’m starting to realize there are some things you can’t undo, no matter how good your intentions are.

“That was fast,” I say. “I expected more resistance.”
“I already wasted too much time.”

Your left arm’s gold, he told me. Don’t waste it on crap that don’t matter.

Seventeen years, gone just like that.

Officer Hank Budapest

Those things live forever.

Ulysses by James Joyce

Que boca tan hermosa

He was the one for me.

I don’t know why it’s so hard for people to admit that sometimes they’re just assholes who screw up because they don’t expect to get caught.