“Papi, I don't know what to do anymore." Lourdes begins to cry. "No matter what I do, Pilar hates me." "Pilar doesn't hate you, hija. She just hasn't learned to love you yet.” — Cristina García Copy Share Image
“The war that killed my grandfather and great-uncles and thousands of other blacks is only a footnote in our history books.” — Cristina García Copy Share Image
“I become convinced that you have to live in the world to say anything meaningful about it.” — Cristina García Copy Share Image
“Jan-Peter offered to teach me the language of Amsterdam's red light district. ...But after his first phrase--'Using the back door will cost you double'--I… — Cristina Garcia Copy Share Image
I wish I could live underwater. Maybe then my skin would absorb the sea’s consoling silence. — Cristina Garcia Copy Share Image
“Felicia stayed on the fringe of life because it was free of everyday malice. It was more dignified there.” — Cristina García Copy Share Image
Nobody is ready for death. If you ask Joe Blow on the street, he aint gonna tell you he thinks he'll live forever. But… — Cristina Garcia Copy Share Image
“She ponders the transmigrations from southern latitudes. the millions moving north. What happens to their languages? The warm burial grounds they leave behind? What… — Cristina García Copy Share Image
“Down the street, the trees are imprisoned equidistantly in square plots of dirt. Everything else is concrete. Lourdes remembers reading somewhere about how Dutch… — Cristina Garcia Copy Share Image
“For many years in Cuba, nobody spoke of the problem between blacks and whites. It was considered too disagreeable to discuss. But my father… — Cristina García Copy Share Image
“I imagine these men sitting in fashion control centers around the world thinking of new ways to torture women, new ways to make them… — Cristina Garcia Copy Share Image
