Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “One face blended into another. She would not have been able to tell them apart even if she’d looked closely.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

102. “I’ve never understood that. Once, twice, thrice removed. Who keeps track of such a thing? I always figure if they come to my birthday party we are related and that’s it, no need to pull out the genealogy chart.”

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103. “It’s no good telling tales without a drink.”

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104. “Even the fools in Tlaquepaque, with their healing crystals and their chants, believed in something. You had to be a bit afraid of a superior power. Those who weren’t were treading on dangerous soil.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

105. “Just because there are no ghosts it doesn’t mean you can’t be haunted. Nor that you shouldn’t fear the haunting.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

106. “The CIA is terrified of communists in Latin America and Mexico is dangerously close to Cuba.”

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107. “Now she recalled one particular thing Jung wrote: everyone carries a shadow.”

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108. “For all your intelligence, you don’t think sometimes.”

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109. “What resentments could sprout in a young heart when all affection and love had been denied?”

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110. “Feeling her gaze on him, he turned to her and smiled a crooked smile. He drew her against him, and then he tipped his head up, to look at the stars that he’d never bothered to survey before.”

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111. “Maybe it was not the only thing that had broken him. The brunt of cruelty, of the world, had taken its toll and marked him. But she’d been his solace and his hope, the balm from ugliness and wrongdoings. Then she’d left him and admitted that she’d never really loved him.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

112. “Love, frail as gossamer, stitched together from a thousand songs and a thousand comic books, made of the dialogue spoken in films and the posters designed by ad agencies: love was what she lived for.”

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113. “Why? Because to imagine Indigenous intelligence and power would have been unthinkable. We are all taught to despise the whiff of darkness, of Indigenous blood and of Blackness. We speak about ‘bettering the race,’ and by that we mean injecting more European blood into our veins. What Wilhelm said wasn’t considered outrageous at the time. It’s not even outrageous now, sadly.”

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114. “What mattered was not the veracity of the story, but its power. The symbol. The hidden meaning. A woman and rebirth and the restoration of something lost.”

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115. “I joined a protest, which is enough to get you labeled as a member of a ‘criminal conspiracy.’ That’s what happened three years ago, in Tlatelolco. That’s what the president said. That all the students protesting were criminals and agitators, subversive elements. Same as always, I guess.”

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116. “In the papers, columnists accused communist foreigners of corrupting Mexico’s youth and attempting to destroy the nation. The cops were innocent, lawful citizens doing their jobs. Perhaps it wasn’t true, but it made Maite’s skin prickle with dread, because no one wanted a repeat of ’68.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

117. “It puzzled her to imagine death as a perfume that clung to her and, rather than striking the sour note of decay, could be as pleasant as the scent of a rose. But she did not give this too much thought because she was busier summoning her outrage.”

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118. “Can you read and write in English?”“English, Spanish and Dutch,” she said. “My French is serviceable, too.”“What do you know,” the older man said, looking surprised. “I didn’t realize you could study that here.” It always seemed to amaze foreigners that they were not all running around in loincloths, praying to the rain gods.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

119. “Life may not be fair, but I must be fair.”

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120. “Vice’, Noemi thought and was reminded of the nuns who had overseen her education. She’d learned rebellion while muttering the roseary.”

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121. “You could spend a lifetime peering in forests and jungles and never see one tenth of nature’s secrets.”

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122. “He was thirty-five years old and couldn’t remember who he’d wanted to be at twenty. He’d lost himself long ago.”

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123. “Bah. A letter is not the same at all. I’d have to write a dozen a day in order to keep you well informed. You know how I go on. Won’t you join us at Oldhouse?”

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124. “It gave his face a faintly mismatched air where once before it had possessed an elegant, near-perfect symmetry.”

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125. “So I’ll be wed in the Church of the Holy Incestuous Mushroom?”

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126. “I like photos better. They capture the thing in the moment.” “But painting is the repeated exposure to a thing. It captures the essence of the object.”

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127. “What an entirely lovely and spiteful creature she was, her mortal beginnings forgotten, the imprint of a shell in the sand long erased.”

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128. “I am not jealous. I am pointing out how silly it is for you to complain that I speak with one man when you speak to many women. Why is it men can do as they please?”

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129. “The universe was unveiling new wonders every day, the motorcar and the photographic camera, to name but a handful of the inventions dazzling the world. She preferred to classify herself as one of these new wonders.”

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130. “I liked her softness, her romantic notions. She wanted a fairy tale, and I wanted to give her that.”

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131. “If she’d been a siren luring him to the bottom of the sea, he would have followed. If she’d been a gorgon he’d have let himself be turned into stone.”

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

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133. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

134. “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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135. “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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136. “She had not changed. He knew she would not, she’d remain suspended in amber, for him and him alone.”

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137. “I don’t know if I want to make up my mind now,” Casiopea said. “Take it from me. Now is always the answer.”

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

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139. “The land kept its riches in the dark, sprouting no trees with fruit.”

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

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141. “One must have hobbies,” Clarimonde said, still focused on her drawing. “Or else the mind atrophies.”

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142. “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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143. “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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144. “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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145. “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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146. “War is seldom fair for any party involved.”

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147. “Copulating with me won’t make you any more human. It’ll make you sadder, when you open your eyes and see my face instead of his. Copulating with me won’t make up for what happened in the lab, it won’t wipe away the things your father confessed, and it won’t heal him.”

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148. “Quiet now,” he said, his voice low. “The things you name grow in power.”

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149. “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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150. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia