I, on the other hand, have had so little love that it seems to me like a delicate jewel, and I’m terrified of losing it. My fear is not just that I’ll misplace it, like an earring on a night of sex or sweaty dancing, it’s that it will evaporate and vanish like alcohol.

— Our Share of Night by Mariana Enríquez, Megan McDowell, Pablo Gerardo Camacho (Page 309)