Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “War is seldom fair for any party involved.”

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102. “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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103. “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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104. “He didn’t know what the words meant, but he knew what they sounded like: it was the sound of sadness.”

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105. “She longed. Not for one specific thing but for everything; she had longed for a long time.”

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106. “Blood is the oldest coin. Blood remains.”

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107. “She’d learned rebellion while muttering the rosary.”

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108. “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.”

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109. “He was chained to her, to this brilliant ideal of a perfect love.”

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110. “In the world of the living, one must live.”

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111. “But it’s impossible to get out of this house.”

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112. “But what the lords wished was that they should not discover their names.”

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

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114. “He was attuned to Montserrat’s phases, like memorizing an almanac and knowing if it was a gibbous or waxing moon without having to glance at the sky.”

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115. “Thousands upon thousands of years ago a stone fell upon the earth. It cracked the land, left a scar. And when an event of such intensity takes place, something remains,” Loray told her, and seemed pleased in the telling. “Power, embedded in the peninsula, radiating from it. There is much magic here. In other parts of the world the ancient gods have gone to sleep, for although gods do not die, they must slumber when their devoted cease in their prayers and offerings.”

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

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117. “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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118. “In Mexico City everything returns. The rains and the past and everything in between.”

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119. “Have you ever had the chance to do evil in order to produce some good?”

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

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121. “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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122. “Only in a place such as this, in a cemetery with dropping willows and mist licking at the stones, could he acquire any substance.”

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123. “Nina had every desire to be melodramatic, to give free rein to thoughts and instincts, as in those books where people loved and lived and declared the most beautiful sentiments, but instead she nodded.”

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124. “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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125. “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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126. “Grant me a name and it will be yours and mine alone... I could be a different person. If you gave me a name, who is to say it is not mine? If I had an ordinary name, I could have an ordinary story.”

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127. “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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128. “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.”

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

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

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132. “A job, maybe,” the man said. “They call me El Mago. You know why? Because I can get people out of tight situations, like Houdini. And I can also make things appear and disappear.”

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133. “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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134. “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.”

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

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137. “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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138. “When she looked in the mirror she felt as though there was an invisible crack in it, perhaps in her.”

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139. “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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140. “This was an amulet, quite pagan, but of course the inhabitants of the household were all devout Catholics who mixed superstitions and religions with ease.”

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141. “Maite understood little, but she grasped this: that beneath banal phrases and appeals to the good of the nation something dangerous simmered.”

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

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143. “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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144. “Maite wished she had been born in Monaco or New York. Most of the girls in the comic books she read looked like they’d never set a foot in places like the Doctores. If they had toiled in poverty, then they had been lifted to a higher plane by the fat wallet of their beloved. Cinderellas, dreaming. Maite dreamed too, but nothing came of.”

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145. “The world had smelled like this in the beginning, during creation, when the ocean raged and the creatures in the water multiplied, making the ocean teem with life.”

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146. “She’d said her vows and danced at her wedding party, and never once did she let the satisfied mask she wore slip.”

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147. “This is exactly what he wanted: to have an apartment with high ceilings and bookcases going all the way up, the hardwood floors and the coffee table of glass and polished metal.”

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148. “She loved the characters she found between the printed pages, and she suffered bitterly with them.”

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149. “Imagination had also fashioned the dwellings of the gods.”

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150. “Elizabeth hadn’t killed herself. She’d been murdered. Women were butterflies to be pinned against a board. Poor child, she couldn’t know her fate yet.”

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