most of my tourism is done through books. - Edwidge Danticat

That night, I slept hugging my secret. (p112)

Perhaps, just as Alice Walker writes of her own forebears in her essay "In Search of Our Mother's Gardens," my blood ancestors-unlike my literary ancestors-were so weather-beaten, terror-stricken, and maimed that they were stifled. As a result, those who somehow managed to create became, in my view, martyrs and saints.

'...She cannot stay out of duty. The things one does, one should do out of love.' (p155)