Top 380 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “One must have hobbies,” Clarimonde said, still focused on her drawing. “Or else the mind atrophies.”

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102. “Many of them had come from Mexico City, where they met doing yoga around Parque Hundido, and they’d spent time at Real de Catorce and Huautla, like any middle-class wannabe hippie did, before they stumbled onto Jalisco.”

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103. “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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104. “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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105. “I have seen the world, and in seeing it I’ve noticed people seem bound to their vices.”

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106. “Death, she walked next to Death, and Death wore the face of a man. So she spoke to Death like a man, raised her voice to him, she might even defy him, but of course he was no man.”

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107. “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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108. “Love is a strange thing to us. We do not revel in it. We only know hunger.”

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109. “Folktales are full of such coincidences that are never coincidences at all, but the brittle games of powerful forces.”

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

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

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

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113. “But he needed a story and she needed to tell one. So she did, until he didn’t care whether she was lying or speaking the truth.”

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

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116. “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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117. “I could have sworn, for one brief instant, that tiger was no great cat but a mighty god of death crouching above me.”

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118. “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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119. “Her hands were hard and ugly from beating the laundry against the stone lavadero, but her mind had the worst of it. She yearned for a sliver of freedom.”

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120. “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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121. “The mirrors were supposed to be “wall art” and lend an air of class to the joint, but the results were more tacky than elegant.”

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

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123. “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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124. “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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125. “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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126. “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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127. “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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128. “She wondered if he kept a pair of calipers to measure his guests’ skulls.”

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

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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. “Mexico City was an apocalyptically dysfunctional place at the best of times, what with the pollution, the flooding, the teetering concrete slums, and the city sinking into the lake bed upon which it was built. However, that day, with the sun hiding behind thick clouds and the rain coming down so heavily, it was damn hellish. Rodrigo wished he could head home, back to the sunny, arid North. But there was too much work to be done.”

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132. “However, my wife seems to think you a perfect gentleman, and she is an excellent judge of character.” Hector was surprised to.”

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133. “She had loved without restraint, and he’d left a stain upon her soul.”

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134. “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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135. “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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136. “Her whole life has been a pretty fiction, a story the doctor spun.”

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137. “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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138. “The problem is Mr. Darwin has found an answer, but not the proper one.”

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139. “You wear me like a jewel upon your finger, Casiopea.”

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140. “He walked and let the rain kiss him.”

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141. “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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142. “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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143. “Looking at her, he thought of smoke, of incense and altars, and the painting of a girl he’d seen in a discarded museum catalogue.”

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144. “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.”

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145. “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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146. “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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147. “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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148. “To this day I carry that scratch the tiger gifted me upon the chest, a long, puckered slash that aches when it rains. The scar feels like ice on those days, which is why I tell you this story is true, and I tell it because my brother would have liked to have seen it on paper, since he liked his books very much. The story of the summer when the tiger came to the mountains and we were young.”

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149. “Let’s try another route. How about power, Montserrat? The power you’ve craved since you were a little girl, when they mocked you and shoved you and called you dirty names. The power you lack when those men sneer at you and ignore your contributions, your brilliance. The power to make the whole world see you.”

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150. “Vampires drained you one way or another.”

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