4 Quotes by Judith Ortiz Cofer

She was mourning all her life - not for her husband, who had released her with his death, but for her own dead heart.

The sun and the endless hours of swinging a machete in the fields had taken him from child to old man with no stage in between.

It takes a fierce devotion to defend your artistic space, and eternal vigilance over it, because the needs of others will grow like vines in your little plot and claim it back for the jungle.

She was mourning all her life – not for her husband, who had released her with his death, but for her own dead heart.