The reporter keeps a detailed calendar with many, many dates to pick from:

“Monday 3 September 1973, Munich – airport; Wednesday 5 September 1973, Barcelona, 12 a.m. – Parque Communal, – Umbraculo; Friday 7 September 1973, pick up Lucy; Monday 10 September 1973, Melina – 3 p.m. Plaza de la Iglesia, S. Ferdinando; Tuesday 11 September 1973, Daisy, 6 p.m. – Osuna, Hotel de la Gloria; Thursday 13 September 1973, 47-22, including SM, $40; Sunday 16 September 1973, care Daisy in Madrid.”

“I had imagined this journey as a quest. I finished my studies in math. I wanted to live. I wanted to burn all the bridges, all the formulas, and if I got burned, that was okay, too. I wanted to be warm. I wanted the sun and I went after it.”

– Stefan

“Now I know you're trying to get away from me —– but your vice is like a room locked from the inside and only I have the key…”

– bouquet card

– You know, I take pictures, photographs, but I never really thought in black and white before I saw our rushes. Do you know what I mean? You can see the shape of things.   – Life is in colour, but black and white is more realistic.

“I'll tell you what though, Mac. There'll be no more games from now on.”

– Ansell

“For a handful of coins!”