"Hunt is Beau’s alter ego. I mean, they were a year and a day apart. And if Joe wasn’t with him every single day, Hunter was, in this illness, and his wife, Hallie, and their two kids."

"Remember that the campaign chair was his sister Valerie. She continued to run things. Jim Biden was very involved in the fundraising."

"Altamira del mundo por donde los instantes/ruedan como latidos del mundo de mañana."

"Julia de Burgos, the poet of love and nationhood"

"For Esmeralda Santiago, the impetus to develop a new tradition of Puerto Rican authors comes from her beginnings in literature, back in her childhood when she spent time in the backyard of a family member’s house in el campo. There, she listened to relatives tell trovas – oral tradition in rhyme. She also credits her dad’s love for poetry and Puerto Rican authors Julia de Burgos, Manuel Alonso, and Luis Palés Matos with sparking her interest."

"we wander through the streets of our memory/looking for julia de burgos/in the concrete of our tongue"

"Julia de Burgos wrote: "That my grandfather was a slave/is my grief;/had he been a master/that would have been my shame.""

"As my good friend the poet Susana Cabañas says in the last lines of her poem "Elegía a Julia de Burgos" ("Elegy to Julia de Burgos"): "Yo rehuso convertirme en otra estadística./Seré yo y será borinquen/Libre!" ("I refuse to be turned into another statistic/I and Borinquen will be/Free!""

"In looking at the Puerto Rican movement as a whole and the positive contributions that we made in the seventies and early eighties, first we need to point out that we built on our legacy of struggle. We stood on the shoulders of such Nationalists as Ramón Emeterio Betances, Pedro Albizu Campos, Lolita Lebrón, and such communists as Luisa Capetillo, Jesús Colón, Bernardo Vega, Julia de Burgos, Juana Colón, Evelina Antonetti, Antonio Corretjer, Genoveva Clemente, Gerena Valentín, and many others."

"Julia de Burgos is the eldest of thirteen children, a bottomless spring of emotion, a boundless heart full of desires, a beautiful and eloquent woman who generously spills her spirit onto page after page...Julia de Burgos, the glowing poet of sensual rivers and waves crashing against sea walls, is drowning slowly in despair. I who am also poeta, puertorriqueña, needing both love and art, fighting political battles by day and demons by night, I have stood at the brink of that river of sorrows, tempted by oblivion. I live in a far more generous life, created for me by the labor of countless women, thirty years of collective agitation, thirty years of wrestling with the culture and consciousness of women and men. I do not face her terrible choices, the punishments meted out to passionate creative women of her day."

"I never strongly identified with Puerto Rican writers from Puerto Rico. My writing comes from a different sensibility...I have, however, read and liked very much Julia de Burgos and José Luis González and Magali García Ramis."

"The collection is also a question: who is Margarita? Margarita is an intoxicating drink, a flower back home in Puerto Rico, the title of a traditional "danza" that was a favorite of my mother and the name of a woman I love. Margarita is all of these and none. Margarita is my muse, Margarita is my poetry, Margarita is my imaginary lover, Margarita is my Self. And as you read these you may ask yourself: who is Julia? Julia de Burgos is our greatest woman poet in Puerto Rico, Julia is a teacher, Julia is an idol, Julia is a friend. But Julia is, most of all, Margarita. We are all Margaritas and have a Julia within."

"Getting back to the Boricua's issue/what history do you know?/Ever heard of/Agueybana/Pedro Albizu Campos/Palés Matos/Rafael Betances/Arturo Alfonso Schomburg/Francisco Oller/Julia De Burgos/Rafael Hernández/Segundo Ruiz Belvis/Enrique Laguerre/Mariana Bracetti/Pedro Pietri/Still havING problems figuring me out?/Or is it that you just don't know/who you are?"

"Puerto Rican poet Julia de Burgos and Uruguayan Delmira Agustini are united in an unexpected way, de Burgos searching for desire and love and Agustini searching for freedom to love. Linked for the first time when speaking from the perspective of and about the history of love and absence, recreating the adventures of those lost, either on an abandoned island or an abandoned body, placing the poetry of these two women in the same section is the starting point"

"Que nadie me profane la muerte con sollozos"

"la gran muerte espera recogerme en sus astros."

"Sigue siendo poema Julia de Burgos;/la burguesa del cosmos, que no es burguesa/como quieren los hombres, pues se sonríe/mucho más que al espejo, al río y la selva"

"Me he sentido llegar allí donde se mueren/las canciones felices"

"¿Dónde comienza aquel momento triste/que ahogó la danza de mi espíritu"

"La palabra no puede con mi carga de angustia,/y no cabe en mi verso mi dolor exaltado."

"¿Cómo podrán callarme/cuando todos los ecos del universo sean/sinfonías en mi frente?"

"¡Oh amor entretenido en astros y palomas,/cómo en rocío feliz cruzas mi alma!"

"Fui estrella en tus brazos derramada"

"Que sea nuestra vida presente de todo./Que busque futuro tan sólo en el alma./Que ensaye verdades. Que sienta en idea./Que siempre se extienda cortando distancias"

"en la noche callada dejé perder un verso."

"ya que no tuve nunca un mundo entre los vivos,/un mundo entre los muertos ofrecedme, soldados!"

"la verdad respiraba del pulmón de la tierra"

"No se cuándo ni dónde/pero se que vendrás."

"No temas la mirada que vaciará mi corazón en ti"

"De mi patria invadida,/es hoy su independencia, el campo de batalla."

"De todos los pueblos/surgirán brazos fuertes,/los brazos de millones de hombres/que pueblan la avanzada de la tierra."

"el honor echó canas/en el imperio homicida."

"¡Puerto Rico es la espada/que detendrá el avance/del imperio sajón!/Sea su herida la última/que en tu suelo latino/haga el vil opresor."

"América Latina,/¡Rebélate/contra el yanqui invasor!"

"El Imperialismo de Estados Unidos/tiene una ancha fosa:/allí está tu muerta/allí el pequeñuelo/allí tu vaquita/allí está tu yegua/tu "tala" y tu tierra."

"la masa explotada despierta."

"General Rafael, Trujillo General,/que tu nombre sea un eco eterno de cadáveres...Dictador de ese hermoso pueblo dominicano/masacrado en tus ansias y dormido en sus iras,/¿de qué llevas tu cetro? ¿De qué sol te alimentas?"

"A tu pecho, José Martí, toco entre lágrimas,/en esta hora del hombre y de la guerra,/para que llegues, a la paz, despierto,/sobre el dolor más grande de la América."

"Sin embargo no has muerto José Martí, sólo duermes;/la tierra te pidió como bandera"

"tus dos manos ya no vuelvan a alzarme/a recoger del cielo su cosecha de estrellas"

"bailaremos la danza de la vida/al ritmo de un incendio de luz/que brotará del sol."

"tu que sientes los gemidos de la patria que respira esclavitud"

"¡Mira que el rico se afianza/donde tu pena se inicia"

"Somos de la voz nueva, alargada, instintiva/que en idioma de avances habrá de estremecerse."

"¿Dónde rueda la risa que adornaba mi vida/cuando tu corazón recogía mis tristezas?"

"La sombra del mañana me vigila la vida"

"La que juzga mi alma por la piel que me arropa/ni siquiera se extiende lo que alcanza su voz."

"Debe ser la caricia de lo inútil,/la tristeza sin fin de ser poeta,/de cantar y cantar, sin que se rompa/la tragedia sin par de la existencia."

"A cada paso adelantado en mi ruta hacia el frente/rasgaba mis espaldas el aleteo desesperado/de los troncos viejos."

"Los Hitler, los Mussolini.../¡Balas! ¡Balas! ¡Balas! ¡Balas!/Las dos víboras de Europa/que con la muerte se pactan."