Theresia Guerero

“Had something inarticulate been handed down from generation to generation that came to life in each individual at a time most appropriate to him?”
― Chaim Potok, My Name Is Asher Lev

“A long walk. A very long walk. Sand between my toes. The rough surf at times reaching and washing away my footprints. About a mile down the beach, I sat down and started thinking back through everything Vance had told me so far. Thought about what my next moves would be. Seeing the Asian guy tomorrow and having him snoop would settle one thing in my mind. Did Vance do it or not? Crucial. Until I knew that, I didn’t want to go any further.”
― Behcet Kaya, Body In The Woods

“What made you suspicious of this person?”
“He seemed out of place.”
“How do you mean?”
“He didn’t fit the profile of a resident.”
“Was he white or black?”
Jones breaks eye contact and stares at the floor.
“He was black, sir,” Jones says to the floor.
“Thank you, Officer Jones. We’ll be in touch.”
― Mark M. Bello, Betrayal In Black

“It’s simple really. I don’t worry about things out of my control. I live only in the moment. Like this one. What could be better than being in the company of a beautiful girl at a festival, celebrating the arrival of spring?”
― S.G. Blaise, The Last Lumenian