I believe in the goddess of mystery. And she’s always pregnant!

To make a friend you must close one eye. And to keep a friend, you must close both eyes.

He has freedom on his face.

Ah, men losing the power in their dicks. When they can no longer f___ their women, they f___ the world.

Hungry for what? Money? No. Power? Over people? That was like having power over clams.

In my country, when we think about the future, we shake.

If it’s not one god it’s another. Allah or oil. Jesus or Jewels. Lenin or lust.

To Cono’s mind the three assailants were all three nearly motionless even as they skittered and dodged, firing, maneuvering for a kill. Cono felt exhilaration—the ecstatic awareness that his strange brain and body had ordained...

Maybe he had become addicted after all—addicted to being the pivot point, to being as central as that crucial joint between copulating man and woman, but with a danger that did not know the bounds...