Quotes by Sebastian Rotella

Raymond collected expressions. He repeated them in experimental accents, as if learning a tune. He sounded like an Eighteenth Street Mexican when he said cuate, like a Logan Square cubano when he said comemierda.

Pescatore marveled at the seascape. It gave him vertigo. The wind deployed cloud formations. The sun seared the Moroccan coastline. He had read a line once about the lion-colored hills of Africa. Were they lion-colored? What color was a lion exactly?

The reality is that many of us in these parts are not enamored of Paris. The Commandant gulped down his coffee. I worked there as a young officer in the CRS, the riot squad. I speak from personal experience. Paris is bizarre. Paris is a museum surrounded by a jungle.