If you want to know what love is, have a child. If you want to know what pain is, bury him. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
Banks are the temples of America. This is a holy war. Our economy is our religion. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love… — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
If you want to know what love is, have a child. If you want to know what pain is, bury him. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are… — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
Poetry must find ways of breaking distance.... all languages are dialects that are made to break new grounds. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
“When you create a genre—which is not a movement—because it has no past—and if it has a past—its past is pregnant with a future… — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
It's true that things are beautiful when they work. Art is function. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
I have nothing against the smell of rot but something against what hides the smell of rot in the United States of America. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
