The House on Mango Street
One day I'll own my own house, but I won't forget who I am or where I came from. Passing bums will ask, Can I come in? I'll offer them the attic, ask them to stay, because I know how it is to be without a house. (34.3)
Some days after dinner, guests and I will sit in front of a fire. Floorboards will squeak upstairs. The attic grumbles.
Rats? they'll ask.
Bums, I'll say, and I'll be happy. (34.4)
I could've been somebody, you know? Esperanza, you go to school. Study hard. That Madame Butterfly was a fool. (36.3)