The greatest myth of all is what America is. I think that America is such an incredibly dynamic place because of immigration.

Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own.

Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

Nilda is watching the ground as though she's afraid she might fall. My heart is beating and I think, We could do anything. We could marry. We could drive off to the West Coast. We could start over. It's all possible but neither of us speaks for a long time and the moment closes and we're back in the world we've always known.

It might interest you that just as the U.S. was ramping up its involvement in Vietnam, LBJ launched an illegal invasion of the Dominican Republic (April 28, 1965). (Santo Domingo was Iraq before Iraq was Iraq.)

Privilege does not operate without silence.