Sometimes opposites attract, or so they say, but Paloma and Rocío were like arroz and mangú: they didn’t really mix well.

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.

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

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.

Everywhere I go, I am asked if I think university stifles writers. My opinion is that it doesn't stifle enough of them.

I hate The Police so much I'd probably assassinate Sting, My System of a Down Rages Against the Machine. Tie you up in a Slipknot and hold Alice In Chains inside her dreams.

I never cheat unless you count the girls I cheat on

I will always remember when the stars fell down around me and lifted me up above the George Washington Bridge.

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.

I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

You need to follow your own heart in light of God’s word and do what you feel is right and good for you.

Music wasn't made to make us wise, but better natured.

To be a mother is a great treasure. Mothers, in their unconditional and sacrificial love for their children, are the antidote to individualism; they are the greatest enemies against war.

The government's the one thing that's not supposed to grow. The U.S. economy is supposed to grow. The two things can't really happen together.