“Perhaps all love stories no matter how varied are essentially the same.”

“And although he recognized that tenderness was not the same as passion, and certainly not equivalent to love, for now it seemed to him a suitable substitute.”

“Was she happy? She thought yes, reasonably so. Then again, what was happiness but the vast terrain between ecstasy and agony? Was this too small an ambition?”

“Once you break someones heart, you are forever its master.”

“On occasion he would think back to the fiercest passion it had been his pleasure to experience and reflect on what might have been. He would look upon the woman who occupied the opposite half of hi...”

“It was almost as if she had willed him into existence, into standing before her at the precise moment she was willing to accommodate him, arriving not a minute too early or too late.”

“You have a color of your own- Dark chocolate,You have a culture your own- Hip pop,You have a revival of your own- Harlem Renaissance,You are the spot on a ladybug that adds its beauty,You are the p...”

“I don't like the way people cherish the ghetto, as if its some royal palace, or kingdom. I also don't like the way people treat each other in the ghetto. It is really hard to find love, trust, and ...”

“Whose little boy are you?”

“The rain of Madre de Dios is similar to that of the Amazon, but there is a petrifying aspect to it, as if it seeks to wound rather than to nurture.”

“Were both in a rut. And when two people have the different open wounds, they can relate and try to heal each other. Maybe itll be the same for Kayla and me. Itll be a long a run, but we might as we...”

“They suffered with his death and she - she suffered with their reaction to it.”

“Any man's a fool who lets himself be a wage-earning slave, today.”

“If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms”

“I had fallen too far. I was in love with Rush Finlay.”