“The Little War? How can there be a little war? Are some deaths smaller than others, leaving mothers who weep a little less?” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“The whole world's safety depends on the words of two men who are enemies.” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“I envy the trees that grow at crossroads. They are never forced to decide which way to go...” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“I will never understand the whole world or even one country. All I can do is try to understand the truth and lies in… — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“Do I have to admit that I'm half Cuban and half American, or should I go even further, and explain that Dad's parents were… — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“Books are enchanted. Books help me travel. Books help me breathe.” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
If we knew how to find the lost, we would know how to rediscover the parts of our minds left behind in battle. — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“Is there any way that two people from faraway places can ever really understand each other's daydrems?” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“I feel at home, choosing to live inside my own imagination, savage and natural, yet I also long to be honest about my desire… — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
I feel certain that words can be as human as people, alive with the breath of compassion. — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“But love is a wildly unpredictable hurricane wind, not a swirling blue ocean with peaceful shores.” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“Danger is a chain...passed from one wounded child to the next. We must stop the danger by breaking the chain. We must learn how… — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“Books are door-shaped portals carrying me across oceans and centuries, helping me feel less alone.” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“I sing without knowing what my song means, and whether the listening world is amazed or wounded.” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar! — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
