The Dominican Republic is my holy land, my Mecca.
There is something about a closet that makes a skeleton terribly restless.
Our names were made for us in another century.
We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.
Blood can help make family, but family often transcends blood.
Your ancestors are rooting for you.
You are so engrossed in the fact that you are oblivious to its environment
A mule has neither pride of ancestry nor hope of posterity
I come from a long line of miserable people.
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