Dominican men are told to look at women all the time, but they're definitely not told to see them.

She's applying her lipstick; I've always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.

I've always thought that you don't love a country by turning a blind eye to its crimes and to a problem. The way that you love a country is by seeing everything that it's done wrong, all of its mistakes, and still thinking that it's beautiful and that it's worthy.

Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can't exist without one.

Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.

But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

She's sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.