The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.

— Raquel Cepeda

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water.

— Raquel Cepeda

The tension between people is palpable, and the ideal of what it means to be and look American becomes a preoccupation to folks around the country, including me.

— Raquel Cepeda

The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.

— Raquel Cepeda

The truth is usually left for us to hunt and gather independently, if we are so inclined.

— Raquel Cepeda

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.

— Raquel Cepeda

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.

— Raquel Cepeda

To me, travel is more valuable than any stupid piece of bling money can buy.

— Raquel Cepeda

We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.

— Raquel Cepeda

When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.

— Raquel Cepeda