The Congress talks and talks and talks and talks, but doesn't act. I'm going to continue to work with my colleagues on the other side of the aisle to bring about comprehensive immigration reform.

Mr. Speaker, our Nation depends on immigrants' labor, and I hope we can create an immigration system as dependable as they are.

It is not new or unusual for the real Americans, meaning those immigrants who came to America a little bit longer ago, to fear the outsiders, the pretenders, the newcomers.

I have only one loyalty and that's to the immigrant community.

Because the truth is, today's immigrants, as they have for generation after generation, work the longest hours at the hardest jobs for the lowest pay, jobs that are just about impossible to fill.

The politics, policies, the President [Barack Obama] and the American people are all pointing in the right direction to fix our immigration system and pass legislation this year.

So given that reality, let us not cast that all of the problems and ills of our society are somehow upon the immigrants who have come to this country.

The next step has to be the necessary step. It's always to put the immigrant community and the civil rights movement ahead of partisan politics.

It is so difficult to, day in and day out, hear these incredibly painful stories of the destructive nature of our broken immigration system.

Uncertainty and fear and ignorance about immigrants, about people who are different, has a history as old as our Nation.

Nothing happens here in this building, in the House of Representatives, if there's no demand from outside the Capitol.

That's the thing about hands. I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to know and feel I'm holding onto the person I love.

Interests evolve into hobbies or volunteer work, which grow into passions. It takes time, more time than anyone imagines.

Saying his name stabbed my heart, like someone had ripped through my carefully stitched up world and exposed the infected, pulsing red tissue that I thought was healing.

I'd chosen the regret I could live with best, that's all. I'd chosen the life I belonged to.

A man doesn't know what happiness is until he's married. By then, it's too late.

There are moments when very little truth would be enough to shape opinion. One might be hated at extremely low cost.

Also, I think that, you know, it's tribal behavior. I don't think that Pat Robertson, for instance, doubts that we evolved. He is simply representing a tribe.

But what happens when her beauty is torn from her like a cover from a book? Will he care to read her then, although her pages speak of nothing but love for him?

Extravagance is the luxury of the poor; penury is the luxury of the rich.

Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it.