Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady.

The truth is usually left for us to hunt and gather independently, if we are so inclined.

I have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. Love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends.

When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

While America will always, I think, feel foreign to me, New York City is my home. This is where I can construct my own identity freely and reject labels imposed on me.

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

Blood is thicker than water, I know, but it's unnatural stuff to drink so much of. (“The Wife Of Ted Wickham”)

Henry James claim that if you want to be a novelist you should be somebody on whom nothing is lost.

There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.

Being highly invested and preoccupied by an emotionally consuming mission tends to steal resources from other aspects of your emotional life.

I know who I am and what kind of teammate I've always been.

It's good to ski for fun, but I still want to win races as often as possible.

I have never understood why it is called losing a child. No parent is that careless. We all know exactly where our sons and daughters are; we just don't necessarily want them to be there

Blessed is he who will not be offended

The measure of a man's life is the well spending of it, and not the length.

Human progress has never been shaped by commentators, complainers or cynics.