Anger Is A Wasted Emotion.

I Think It's Hard For An Outsider To Capture The Flavor Of A Community And All Its Nuances, So Ultimately Haitian-americans Need To Start Sharing Intimate Accounts Of Their Stories.

I Come From A Place Where Breath, Eyes, And Memory Are One, A Place From Which You Carry Your Past Like A Hair On Your Head. Where Women Return To Their Children As Butterflies Or As Tears In The Eyes Of The Statues That Their Daughters Pray To

It's Not Easy To Start Over In A New Place,' He Said. 'exile Is Not For Everyone. Someone Has To Stay Behind, To Receive The Letters And Greet Family Members When They Come Back.

I Also Know There Are Timeless Waters, Endless Seas, And Lots Of People In This World Whose Names Don't Matter To Anyone But Themselves. I Look Up At The Sky And I See You There.

I Don't Know What Will Happen To The Physical Book And What It Will Mean For Authors. I Worry Whether It Will Mean People Can Still Make Their Careers This Way. Will Whatever Comes Next Allow People To Be Able To Own Their Ideas And Be Able To Take Time To Develop Them?