Fiction happens in the womb. It doesn't get processed in the mind until you do the editing.

Dying is not easy. It's a very hard transition.

Someone has said that conversation is sex for the soul.

Just as Daniel Balalcazar said, it makes no sense to suffer in advance a misfortune that may never occur.

Now of course we have Black historians, but they're usually men. We get the perspective always, the slanted perspective, of what has happened. The battles, the things achieved, the laws, but where are the people, the families? What happens inside the houses, inside the minds and the hearts? That's what I'm interested in.

They could not understand the advantage of living contrary to their inclinations in this world in order to enjoy a hypothetical well-being in another.

There is no light without shadow, just as there is no happiness without pain.