“Tomorrow we can go for a walk in the park, hold hands and blow bubbles.”

“hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes yesterday most green and young”

“Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.”

“The Conch Shell´s tint was that of a vagina blowing bubble gum.”

“The first money memory that many of us have as children is finding a coin on the street, in the park, or while walking to school. Then when we picked up the penny or nickel and showed it to our mother or father, and they immediately told us to go wash our hands saying, “That is dirty!”

“We hold hands as we walk through town. If anybody notices, nobody cares. I know we all like to think of the heart as the center of the body but at this moment, every conscious part of me is in the hand that he holds. It is through that hand, that feeling, that I experience everything else.”