The ego's blocking the light from coming.

Sometimes I feel I can't quite master my written and spoken Spanish, because I'm too much a student of English. I would need another lifetime to learn it.

Mom used to walk with me for something like two or three miles to get to the day-old bakery. They had those machines where you buy doughnuts, those vending machines with the long johns and doughnuts. We would buy those bagels and pastries because that was our treat. And come back with shopping bags of these sweets, and who knows what was in it? That was what we could afford that could feed that many people.

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

Even if we don't know if God exists, we can be certain love exists, because its power transcends death.

You have to remember that writing itself is so solitary. You start writing because you're lonely.

The thoughts of letting go of everything I love overwhelms like a tsunami of sorrow.