“Cry, child, for those without tears have a grief which never ends.” — Mexican saying (p. 13)
“I could see he didn’t want to give up on me yet. But he always told me: People give up on themselves first.” (p. 159)
“…I was crazy — like my Tía Chucha, who continued to create without recognition, despite being outcast from family; crazy like the moon which jitterbugged in the night, crazy like the heartbeat which kept pumping its precious liquid when so much tried to stop it.” (p. 220)
Luis J Rodriguez. Always Running.