“Then she wrote him a referral for using foul language, and I heard her mutter under her breath (because I was sitting right next to her desk when this all went down), "... and if I could give him one… — Isabel Quintero Copy Share Image
“If words are our weapons, we must ask ourselves, why should we use rocks and sticks when we have tanks available?” — Isabel Quintero Copy Share Image
“We are all fragments of one another, strewn across.... borders. Different lines in the same poem.” — Isabel Quintero Copy Share Image
“Then she wrote him a referral for using foul language, and I heard her mutter under her breath (because I was sitting right next… — Isabel Quintero Copy Share Image
