“You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. You stop drinking. You stop smoking. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attend…”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“Ana Iris once asked me if I loved him and I told her about the lights in my old home in the capital, how they flickered and you never knew if they would go out or not. You put down your things and you waited and couldn't do anything really until the lights decided. This, I told her, is how I feel.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“Our relationship wasn't the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn't bullshit, either.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for every year you dated. Two years for every year you dated. It's just a matter of will power: The day you decide it's over, it's over. You never get over it.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.”— Junot Dìaz, amazon.com
“He left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her- that he was leaving her behind.”— F Scott Fitgerald, amazon.com