Desperation was a feeling I knew well. Anxiety about my family's situation was a wolf gnawing at my insides. every minute of every year. Well, except for the time I spent with Roberto under the ombu tree, when would kiss me forgetfulness. (pg. 6-7)
"Can I sit next to the window in the plane since you got to sit next to the window in the car?" she asked, squirming and leaning over me for a better view. "That's fair, right?." "What do you think it'll be like in America? Is the weather warmer or colder than it is here?" (89)
"Mr. Bensinmon, I wouldn't dream of suggesting ... It's nothing to do with that, it's merely a suggestion because sometimes when people have made such a big transition, especially after having been through a difficult situation like you have-" (103)
"What do you mean counseling?" he exploded. "How dare you suggest that we need counseling like we're locos, just because we're from Argentina!" (103)
"Wow. Now that is a tragedy," he said "But, you know, I think I might just be able to help you out with that." (123)