That was the summer when everything we would become was hovering just over our heads.

Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them.

The Prisoner's Wife echoes Edwidge Danticat's Farming of the Bones in the urgency in which it reminds us of the possibility of love even amidst the ruins. This is a terrifying, heart-breaking and, ultimately, important book.

The truth is there ain’t no relationship in the world that doesn’t hit turbulence.

If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know, and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge.

I'm part of the people who are more neutral. I'm just waiting for the dust to settle so that we can turn our guns against the Republicans.

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