How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake of lower class reality back into their mouths?

— M.B. Dallocchio

If anyone thinks interracial "anything" is a big deal, they're probably inbred.

— M.B. Dallocchio

I have been cheated out of being treated like a human being. In my reflection I saw an empty vessel. They had cheated me, and I was desperate to make the sharp pain in my head stop.

— M.B. Dallocchio

I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.

— M.B. Dallocchio

Indifference is the worst kind of response when love is expressed. Hate is not the antithesis of love; it’s the nonexistence of feeling, a pervasive apathy. When hate is present, so is love. It’s passion gone sour and fueled by pain, but, nonetheless, it’s passion and love is apparently still alive. Yet when indifference seeps into our spirits, an emotional numbness and permitted Scotia takes the place of any passion – whether it’s love or hate – and resigns in a new state of being.

— M.B. Dallocchio

In movies, war only looks romantic. “Tell my gal I love her…” close-up shot, and fade out. It doesn’t work as beautifully and neat in real life. Flying chunks of human flesh and screaming orphans really put that Hollywood take into perspective and there is nothing clean or sterile about any of it. When people die, it’s fucking horrible.

— M.B. Dallocchio

It is not enough to hope for something to happen and throw it into the universe. You, too, must also work to make it happen.

— M.B. Dallocchio

It was a frightening metaphor for what the United States was becoming – a Titanic of rich, proud dimwits heading for the iceberg of anti-colonialist backlash.

— M.B. Dallocchio

I wasn’t a person after all. I was simply this exotic thing for people to observe and investigate, an alien in any environment I was in.

— M.B. Dallocchio

Ramada’s sky was generously filled with stars. Celestial ornaments set against a banner of a deep blue velvet sky. It was a place where hell, death, and heaven were so clear and the closest I’ve felt to all three in my life.

— M.B. Dallocchio