“English was such a dense, tight language. So many hard letters, like miniature walls. Not open with vowels the way Spanish was. Our throats open, our mouths open, our hearts open. In English, the sounds were closed. They thudded to… — 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
