I was in love once, and it was terrible.
My life would be in danger if I return to Mexico.
I don't know much about modern art, but I guess I am modern art.
A lot of people thought this dream must be madness, but we are not crazy.
I forgot my pills, I couldn't have cared less about condoms, all for feverishly wanting to get some!
Who is more in touch with the problems of this country? One of those guys who goes off to Oxford or to University of Yale, or someone who has lived in buses, in the Metro, in the street?