Quotes from Cristina Henriquez

But you're worried?" Arturo asked. I attempted a smile. "No." "You're worried about something." I stared at him and shook my head lightly. "Yes, you are. You worry about everything. You're a true mexicana. A fatalist.

But my dad had argued that he didn't know the language of cars. To him, everything had its own language—the language of breakfast, the language of business, the language of politics, and on and on. In Spanish he knew all the languages, but for as long as he'd been speaking English, he believed he knew it only in certain realms.

And yet, what else could he do but try the next

It's a shame about her, isn't it? But when I see you with her, the two of you seem to be having actual conversations. Like real people.