but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart. — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
The thoughts he put in her head. Someone should’ve arrested him for it. — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
I seem to have to make my characters family before I can access their hearts in any way that matters. — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
She had reason to doubt him; he was real good at planning but real bad at doing. — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
The Prisoner's Wife echoes Edwidge Danticat's Farming of the Bones in the urgency in which it reminds us of the possibility of… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“Never had the opportunity in her first lost childhood; and in the intervening years her desire for it had doubled over and… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture. That's what… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
In the months that follow you bend to the work, because it feels like hope, like grace--and because you know in your… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“But that was before she'd gotten that chest, before that slash of black hair had gone from something to pull on the… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
“He had secret loves all over town, the kind of curly-haired big-bodied girls who wouldn't have said boo to a loser like… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
...and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“Let’s just say, by the end of her second quarter Beli could walk down the hall without fear that anyone would crack… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You quote Neruda. You cancel your Facebook. You… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
Nilda is watching the ground as though she's afraid she might fall. My heart is beating and I think, We could do… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“...and in the gloaming of her dwindling strength there yawned a loneliness so total it was beyond death, a loneliness that obliterated… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
So the kind of boy I was, or that I was told to be, you were kind of this like half-gladiator, half-dude… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
It might interest you that just as the U.S. was ramping up its involvement in Vietnam, LBJ launched an illegal invasion of the Dominican… — Junot Diaz Copy Share
Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love… — Junot Diaz Copy Share
You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for every year… — Junot Diaz Copy Share
Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven—where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with—he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken… — Junot Diaz Copy Share
The one thing about being a dude and writing from a female perspective is that the baseline is, you suck. The baseline is it… — Junot Diaz Copy Share
“I used to think those were the barrio rules, Latinos and blacks in, whites out —a place we down cats weren’t supposed to go.… — Junot Díaz Copy Share
I've always thought that you don't love a country by turning a blind eye to its crimes and to a problem. The way that… — Junot Diaz Copy Share
“Called her a whore and attacked her walls, tearing down her posters and throwing her books everywhere. I found out because some whitegirl ran… — Junot Díaz Copy Share
You're Dominican only if you do this, this, and that. And if you do this and that, you'll be accepted to a certain degree… — Junot Diaz Copy Share
“Ramfis fled the country after Trujillo's death, lived dissolutely off his father's swag, and ended up dying in a car crash of his own… — Junot Díaz Copy Share
If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know, and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge. — Junot Diaz Copy Share
“If you ask me I don't think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That's enough.” — Junot Díaz Copy Share
The only difference between a published and unpublished writer is a tolerance for imperfection. — Junot Diaz Copy Share
