Anger has a way of returning.

Beli at thirteen believed in love like a seventy-year-old widow who's been abandoned by family, husband, children and fortune believes in God.

I prefer the 1950s where people were like, "I'm a white supremacist, and that's who I am." Now people want to burn a cross on your lawn and call themselves not racists.

Run a hand through your hair, like the white boys do, even though the only thing that runs easily through your hair is Africa.

If you really want a prize, or if you really want applause, you should try to write as many books as humanly possible.

If you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them, at the cultural level any reflection of themselves

Shot at twenty-seven times - what a Dominican number.