“English was such a dense, tight language. So many hard letters, like miniature walls. Not open with vowels the way Spanish was. Our throats open, our mouths open, our hearts open. In English, the sounds were closed. They thudded to… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“And then again, maybe people and things are the same as emotions: Even when you can't see them or feel them or be with… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“Is this what school was like in the United States? It was like theater.” — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“But I worry what it would be like after all this time. We thought it was unrecognizable when we left, but I have a feeling it would be more unrecognizable now. Sometimes I think I would rather just remember it in my head, all those streets and places I loved. The way it smelled of car exhaust and sweet fruit.… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share
“I understood how easily and how quickly things could be snatched away.” — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“What if God wants us to be happy? What if there’s nothing else around the bend? What if all our unhappiness is in the… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“No one here wants to admit it, but the United States is part of México’s problem. The United States is feeding the beast, man.… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“Americanah; Ayad Akhtar, American Dervish; Julia Alvarez, How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents; Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango Street; Junot Díaz, The… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“Armando's not a pork chop, I say. She shrugs. At least a pork chop would feed you.” — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“Who could think that a person’s entire being is housed in a finger or in a hip bone or in a small piece of… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“Maybe it’s the instinct of every immigrant, born of necessity or of longing: Someplace else will be better than here. And the condition: if… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“But it was only a word—justice. It was only a concept, and it wasn’t enough.” — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
“I felt the way I often felt in this country - simultaneously conspicuous and invisible, like an oddity whom everyone noticed but chose to… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share Image
