Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's$$$ but almost.

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.

So the days$$$ the last days$$$ blow about in a memory$$$ hazy autumnal$$$ all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived.

Then starting home$$$ he walked toward the trees$$$ and under them$$$ leaving behind him the big sky$$$ the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat.

The mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell$$$ but you dont know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen$$$ only you dont know what it is.

She's such a goddamn liar maybe she don't know herself anymore.

And in this moment$$$ like a swift intake of breath$$$ the rain came.

You want not to give a damn$$$ to exist without responsibility$$$ without faith or friends or warmth.

She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms$$$ the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.

Time rarely weighed upon him$$$ for he had many methods of passing it.