Here At Last Is Her Smile: Burn

I Have Three Storage Units, And That's No Lie. Three Storage Units. All Books.

If You Want To Make A Human Being Into A Monster, Deny Them, At The Cultural Level Any Reflection Of Themselves

I Grew Up In The Shadow Of The Trujillato, Saw How The Regime Had Ravaged So Many Families.

Run A Hand Through Your Hair, Like The White Boys Do, Even Though The Only Thing That Runs Easily Through Your Hair Is Africa.

The Half-life Of Love Is Forever.