That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

“How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?”

“Es nuestra historia y la contamos como queremos.”

“Oh, God,’ he whispers, reaching his hand behind my neck and bringing my lips to…”

“And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, da…”