things we lost in the fire.
dialogue prompts from things we lost in the fire: stories by mariana enrรญquez.
my family thinks i'm crazy.
if you know the neighborhood, it's not dangerous. or it's less dangerous.
it's a question of not being afraid.
i wasn't a sweet or innocent child.
there's no such thing as witches.
you shouldn't believe everything you hear.
what do you know about what goes on around here?
you live here, but you're from a different world.
you've always been a little freak.
please don't smoke in the car.
in my family, no one prays.
tomorrow, you're telling me everything.
our parents will never even know.
i just wanted to piss you off.
i don't know why i keep calling it an accident.
the truth is, i don't know which stories were made up.
those movies are a bad influence on you.
the house tells me the stories. you don't hear it?
you've never been afraid of anything.
you seem like some sort of metaphor.
is it a story you like to tell?
i guess we'll never know, huh?
i don't want you to read cards for me.
you citified little prick.
i almost always believe you.
i don't know if it already happened, or if it's going to happen.
i don't love you anymore.
you've got on your 'tough guy' face.
death is the only problem without a solution.
i don't even feel like crying anymore.
i see everything, but can't do anything.
i hate when people call them 'lightning bugs'.
i'm sorry. sometimes i'm impossible.
things take longer to disappear out here.
you listen, but you never answer.
we all saw it, but we tried to ignore it.
dentists are steeped in bad taste and sadism.
i couldn't just leave you there.
i've never thrown a party in my life.
let whatever has to happen happen.
i'm not dreaming. you don't feel pain in dreams.
i don't want to be beautiful. i want to be strong and razor-sharp.
in his house, the dead man waits dreaming.
i've tried, but there's no getting out. you're not going to get out, either.
don't play dumb. you were never stupid.
i believe sleep and death are the same thing.
the problem is, what god are we talking about?
sad people are merciless.
how can someone live like that?
no one can watch you 24 hours a day.