Everything that is most mine belongs to everyone now.

The border between the dead and the living, if you're Mexican, doesn't exist. The dead are part of your life.

I grew up with this kind of grocery store that caters to the poor. They serve you the worst food.

The beauty of literature is you allow readers to see things through other peoples eyes. All good books do this.

The border between the dead and the living, if you're Mexican, doesn't exist. The dead are part of your life. Like my dad, who's not here, but he's here.That's why there's the Day of the Dead. There's such a connection with the dead.

Everything is holding its breath inside me. Everything is waiting to explode like Christmas. I want to be all new and shiny. I want to sit out bad at night, a boy around my neck and the wind under my skirt. Not this way, every evening talking to the trees, leaning out my window, imagining what I can't see.

If we were multilingual, imagine how much you would learn about your own culture, about the sensibilities of what's important in your own culture.