The Motorcycle Boy

- I want you to take the cycle and leave. I want you to go clear to the ocean. I want you to follow the river to the ocean.
- Are you coming with me?
- No, man.

- California’s like a beautiful, wild girl on heroin... Who's high as a kite, thinkin' she's on top of the world, not knowing she's dying even if you show her the marks.

Rumble Fish, by Francis Coppola


A lembrança dos tempos idos, uma irmandade dubiosa de um par ou outro com segundas intenções.