Who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second.

-Allen Ginsberg; Howl

Billy left his room, went down the slow elevator, walked over to Times Square, looked into the window of a tawdry bookstore. In the window were hundreds of books about fucking and buggery and murder, and a street guide to New York City, and a model of the Statue of Liberty with a thermometer on it.

– Kurt Vonnegut; Slaughterhouse-five

“The road looked as if no one had traveled on it in months.”

-Flannery O’Connor

My “home” tongues are the languages I speak with my sister and brothers, with my friends.

-Gloria Anzaldua; How to Tame a Wild Tongue

“But a parent’s love for a child, a child’s for its parents, is another thing entirely.”

-Cleófilas, Woman Hollering Creek

“. . . with the sun sliding out of the sky like spit off a wall . . .”

― Junot Díaz, Drown