“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.”

“I have hope in children. In children and warriors. In children who fuck like children and warriors who fight like brave men.”

“I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.”

“There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.”

“Only poetry isn't shit.”

“Slo la fiebre y la poesa provocan visiones. / Slo el amor y la memoria. / No estos caminos ni estas llanuras. / No estos laberintos.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”