Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Dark Meat, she thought. Nothing but meat, she was the equivalent of a cut of beef inspected by the butcher and wrapped up in waxed paper. An exotic little something to stir the loins and the mouth water.”

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52. “I feel so alone sometimes, you have no idea. And the loneliness seems to seep into my bones and I get scared because I feel numb. Not depressed or upset: I’m a blank tape. Like someone dragged a magnet against the tape inside my brain and erased all the information. There’s nothing left to feel. I felt it all and I’ll never feel anything new again and I’ll always be alone.”

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53. “The future, she thought, could not be predicted, and the shape of things could not be divined. To think otherwise was absurd. But they were young that morning, and they could cling to hope. Hope that the world could be remade, kinder and sweeter. So she kissed him a second time, for luck. When he looked at her again his face was filled with such an extraordinary gladness, and the third time she kissed him it was for love.”

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54. “Mexican Gothic is a fun romp through a trove of Gothic tropes, including a dark and gloomy house, an alluring yet dangerous man, a family with secrets, and things that go bump in the night. But it’s also a story about those other ghosts: the ones that were left like a scar on the land. Silvia Moreno-Garcia.”

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55. “The world might indeed be a cursed circle; the snake swallowed its tail and there could be no end, only an eternal ruination and endless devouring.”

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56. “And you think you have a special power simply because my uncle thinks you possess a pretty face. But that’s not power. It’s a liability.”

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57. “Nothing matters more than money to us, the Beautiful Ones who walk down these city streets in pristine gloves and silk-lined garments. You can give yourself the luxury of love because you are not one of us. That is why you are my friend: because despite everything, at heart you remain an innocent.”

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58. “Men would be solicitous and well behaved when they courted a woman, asking her out to parties and sending her flowers, but once they married, the flowers wilted. You didn’t have married men posting love letters to their wives.”

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59. “She was the snake biting its tail. She was a dreamer, eternally bound to a nightmare, eyes closed even when her eyes had turned to dust.”

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60. “Snakes, after all, have a great sense of decorum and order.”

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61. “You truly are my friend, aren’t you?” she said. She hadn’t quite believed it, half expecting a ruse, but she didn’t think there was one. “You should know the answer by now,” he replied, but not unkindly. “It’s very difficult, in this place, to discern what’s real from what’s false.” “I know.”

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62. “Yet the thought of anyone more substantial made her nervous, for she was trapped between competing desires, a desire for a more meaningful connection and the desire to never change. She wished for eternal youth and endless merriment.”

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63. “So I’ll be wed in the Church of the Holy Incestuous Mushroom?” she intoned. “I doubt that’s valid.”

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64. “What are your thoughts on the intermingling of superior and inferior types?” he asked, ignoring her discomfort.”

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65. “Beauty attracts beauty and begets beauty.”

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66. “In a sense all dreams foretell events, but some more clearly than others.”

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67. “It was not a haunting. It was possession and not even that, but something she couldn’t even begin to describe. The creation of an afterlife, furnished with the marrow and the bones and the neurons of a woman, made of stems and spores.”

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68. “Alma is the only person who has benefited from this whole thing. All these years she’s been using the magic Ewers originally invoked in those nitrate reels to keep herself young.”

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69. “I’d like to count stars with you. I don’t know where I even got this idea, but it’s there.”

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70. “She wondered if he kept a pair of calipers to measure his guests’ skulls.”

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71. “One could construct a hundred different narratives, it didn’t make them true.”

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72. “Some people are born under a lucky star, while others have their misfortune telegraphed by the position of the planets. Casiopea Tun, named after a constellation, was born under the most rotten star imaginable in the firmament.”

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73. “Men were always so afraid of tears, of having a hysterical woman on their hands.”

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74. “One face blended into another. She would not have been able to tell them apart even if she’d looked closely.”

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75. “He looked down when those boys went by, his hair falling over his face, and they didn’t see him, because nobody saw him. It was just like with the regular passengers; Domingo melted into the tiles, the grime, the shadows.”

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76. “You shouldn’t be mad at him. Francis did explain that I’m in a house full of incestuous monsters and their toadies.”

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77. “She was rendered in most vivid colors.”

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78. “She had a knack for quiet insurrection.”

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79. “I have seen the world, and in seeing it I’ve noticed people seem bound to their vices.”

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80. “Old would have been an inaccurate word to describe him. He was ancient, his face gouged with wrinkles, a few sparse hairs stubbornly attached to his skull. He was very pale too, like an underground creature. A slug, perhaps. His veins contrasted with his pallor, thin, spidery lines of purple and blue.”

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81. “She wanted a fairytale and I wanted to give her that.”

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82. “Both your coloration and your hair. They are much darker than Catalina’s. I imagine they reflect your Indian heritage rather than the French. You do have some Indian in you, no? Like most of the mestizos here do.” “Catalina’s mother was from France. My father is from Veracruz and my mother from Oaxaca. We are Mazatec on her side. What is your point?” she asked flatly. The old man smiled. A closed smile, no teeth. She could picture his teeth, yellowed and broken.”

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83. “They were both creatures of tempestuous seas and stormy nights.”

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84. “My apologies. Time and isolation do strange things. Of course, the levels of serotonin do not help,” the vampire said. “The what?” Domingo asked. “Serotonin. A neurotransmitter. The low levels in our brains make us violent, impulsive, self-destructive. It’s worse in some types than others.”

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85. “The train pressed forward and the glasses tinkled and he looked at her as if he’d not truly seen her before. And maybe, he had not.”

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86. “Everything in High Place was gnarled and begrimed, but he’d been able to grow bright and mindful, like an odd plant that is carried onto the wrong flower bed.”

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87. “She was a spoiled rich girl who did not give a damn about me.” “A spoiled rich girl?” she said. “Neither rich nor spoiled. A girl wearing yesterday’s finery, having to live off the mercy of her father’s old friends. You have no idea what it was to be me. All the family’s expectations upon my shoulders.”

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88. “I’m willing to make an exception for you, seeing as I have a soft spot for mythmaking.”

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89. “There are only two plots. You know them well: A person goes on a journey and a stranger comes into town.”

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90. “Agnes. Driven to madness, driven to anger, driven to despair, and even now a sliver of that woman remained, and that sliver was still screaming in agony. She was the snake biting its tail.”

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91. “She felt awful, and she remembered how Catalina had told her she was capable of leaving deep scars in people if she didn’t watch her scalding tongue. For all your intelligence, you don’t think sometimes, Catalina had said. How true. There she was, making stories up in her head when he had said nothing cruel to her.”

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92. “In the end, you either fight or lie down to be trampled.”

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93. “Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces.”

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94. “We all have a animal double, Englishman.”

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95. “Why would I need to dream? It means nothing. Those are but the tapestries of mortals, woven and unwoven each night on a rickety loom.”

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96. “Casiopea’s father, he’d called her kuhkay – firefly – because the little bugs carried lights from the stars, and she was his little star. She wondered if he meant this, if this might be her long-lost name.”

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97. “There is a phrase, atl tlachinolli, ‘the water that scorches the earth.’ My name means ‘water’ but it is also war.”

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98. “Marriage could hardly be like the passionate romances one read about in books. It seemed to her, in fact, a rotten deal. Men would be solicitous and well behaved when they courted a woman, asking her out to parties and sending her flowers, but once they married, the flowers wilted.”

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99. “Everywhere Montgomery had been he’d spied the same misery under a different guise. In England it was in the factories, in Latin America it was in the fields. There was always someone with a little more money, a little more power, and he owned you.”

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100. “She wishes to take flight. If she had wings she’d have reached the horizon.”

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