...When this map was made, there was only empty forest in the south," Gran told Birle."Not empty," Granda corrected her. "The forest is never empty.

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.

You could say that all of life is a series of last chances.

People can be unimaginably foolish...and they can be unimaginably grand, at times.

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

Rebellion is necessary for development of character.

You must not let yourself become too respectable. Keep yourself a little wild. What is life for, if not for the living of it?

She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.

All I wanted to do was read, to be told stories. Stories were full of excitement and emotions and characters that entertained and often inspired.

Even the bad books I write are satisfying. I'm my least critical reader.

I do have trouble starting books. I have ideas that I have trouble starting to write. But I'm the kind of person who tends to finish everything she starts out of sheer stubbornness.

Failure will teach you more wisdom than a great success.

The Bible can stand the onslaught of any enemy.

the most painful thing is when you are drowning deep inside you and there is not a single hand to pull you out

A couple of years after I arrived in Hollywood, everything that was Latino was fashionable, and years after, my thought is that we're not fashionable anymore. We're here to stay.

I don't drink or do any drugs. I never have and I never will. I don't need them. I'm a black woman from the land of the free, home of the brave, and I figure I don't need another illusion.

I'm a writer obsessed with remembering, with remembering the past of America and above all that of Latin America, intimate land condemned to amnesia.

How happy I am to go to the front at last. To do my bit. To prove with my life what I think I feel.

Go warn the children of God of the terrible speed of mercy.

Do you want to do something beautiful for God? There is a person who needs you. This is your chance.

If one finds oneself with bread in both hands, that person should exchange one loaf for some flowers of the narcissus, because the loaf feeds the body, but the flowers feed the soul.