"The house on Mango Street is ours, and we don't have to pay rent to anybody or share a yard with the people downstairs (...) But even so, it is not the house we'd thought we'd get"
"She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow. (...) Esperanza. I have inherited her name but I don't want to inherit her place by the window."
"All brown all around, we are safe. But watch us drive into a neighborhood of another color and our knees go shakity-shake and our car windows get rolled up tight and our eyes look straight. Yeah. This is how it goes and goes."