...being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

Your life is always a perfect reflection of your state of heart and mind, and of your truest identity.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why.

Until the ego dissolves or evolves to become one with our true self, we remain slaves of our own egos.

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he'll tell you the truth

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

Our realities are different. I chose my reality over a phony one. This all I have to offer. My reality.

It's about staying centered. Never losing sight of who we are no matter where we are or what we do.

I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.

Every human character appears only once in the history of human beings. And so does every event of love.

Finally the dawn came, the sky fringed with pink, and the sun bright as a coin in a spill of rising red.

I will come to you, my friend, when I no longer need you. Then you will find a palace, not an almshouse.