“I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.”

“Most times, my mind is just an ongoing, present-tense, first-person monologue. It's like I'm writing a novel.”

“Dear Government... I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.”

“And I told you, I'm not going to pursue another man's girlfriend. You want to talk honor. There it is in its purest form”

“I mean it," I said. "You're in danger.""Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.”

“It's a success story," said Chanu, exercising his shoulders. "But behind every story of immigration success there lies a deeper tragedy."Kindly explain this tragedy."I'm talking about the clash between Western values and our own. I'm talking about the struggle to assimilate and the need to preserve one's identity and heritage. I'm talking about children who don't know what their identity is. I'm talking about the feelings of alienation engendered by a society where racism is prevalent. I'm talking about the terrific struggle to preserve one's own sanity while striving to achieve the best for one's family. I'm talking--" p. 88”