You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“I used to think those were the barrio rules, Latinos and blacks in, whites out —a place we down cats weren’t supposed… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
I've always thought that you don't love a country by turning a blind eye to its crimes and to a problem. The… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end. — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“Maybe it was loss or love or some other word hat we say when it's too fucking late.” — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
“They walked him into the cane and then turned him around. He tried to stand bravely... They looked at Oscar and he… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
“His adolescent nerdliness vaporizing any iota of a chance he had for young love. Everybody else going through the terror and joy… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
“This is how you lose her. You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I could grab her and pull her back on the couch, and we´d stay there a long time, me waiting for… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
“Saw for a brief instant La Inca praying in her room - the silence that lay between them now, stronger than love… — Junot Díaz 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
“You go to more doctors. You celebrate Arlenny's Ph.D. defense. And then one June night you scribble the ex's name and: The… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
Poor Oscar. Without even realizing it he'd fallen into one of those Let's Be Friends Vortexes, the bane of nerdboys everywhere. These… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
Cities produce love and yet feel none. A strange thing when you think about it, but perhaps fitting. Cities need that love… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
In another universe I probably came out OK, ended up with mad novias and jobs and a sea of love in which… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“I was staring at you and you were staring at me and right then it was sort of like love, wasn't it?” — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
Love is understood, in a historical way, as one of the great human vocations - but its counterspell has always been infidelity.… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
I wrote my first sucio story, as I call them, in 1997. This was always my 'cheater's book,' my book about sucios… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“Love. Oscar knew he should have checked out right then. He liked to kid himself that it was only cold anthropological interest… — Junot Díaz 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
