“It's in you,' my dad assured me once. 'You were born in Panamá. It's in your bones.' I spent a lot of time trying to find it in me, but usually I couldn’t. I felt more American than anything, but… — 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
“Is this what school was like in the United States? It was like theater.” — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share
“But I worry what it would be like after all this time. We thought it was unrecognizable when we left, but I have a… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share
“I understood how easily and how quickly things could be snatched away.” — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“Armando's not a pork chop, I say. She shrugs. At least a pork chop would feed you.” — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share
“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
“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
“But it was only a word—justice. It was only a concept, and it wasn’t enough.” — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share
“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
“ I saw us from above, from the sky, two flecks of being connected at the edge of the wide, pale ocean, lost to… — Cristina Henriquez Copy Share
“I couldn't swallow. It had to be wrong. We had to be able to rewind. It couldn't be real. It felt so weightless. It… — cristina henriquez Copy Share
