Top 380 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “Men were always so afraid of tears, of having a hysterical woman on their hands.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

104. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

106. “We all have a path to travel and a fate written in the book of days.”

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107. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

108. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

109. “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?”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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

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113. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

117. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

118. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

122. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

124. “I don’t even know if I exist anymore.”

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

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

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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

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130. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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132. “She wished to be unafraid and for the world to be good. Neither thing seemed possible.”

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133. “There’s a second when I think it would be fine to forget myself, it would be the easiest thing in the world. But if you forget yourself once, you’ll do it twice, and thrice, and soon...”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

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135. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

136. “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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137. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

138. “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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139. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

140. “It was not effortlessly. It tore me apart, but the poison has bled out.”

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141. “He’d soared to rare heights without the benefit of family or friends.”

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142. “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.”

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143. “In her misery, she was able to find the beauty of spite and cling to it.”

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144. “Elvis didn’t know what El Mago expected him to say. It seemed to him that when you’ve been sharing meals and assignments with a dude for months on end that you owe it to the guy to at least try and get him some help and not let him die like a dog in the street.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

145. “My brother’s voice was the voice of the budding flowers and the early rains.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

146. “Back then, when I was a young woman, there were still witches. That was what Nana Alba used to say when she told Minerva bedtime stories; it was the preamble that led into a realm of shadows and mysteries.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

147. “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

148. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

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

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia

150. “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.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia