Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “We can only pay our debts with blood. The ultimate gift is always blood.”

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152. “Abel Urueta would get a sunburn if he stood at the beach for three minutes. Alma: same story. The elites in Mexico are proud of their European roots.”

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153. “As Montgomery had said, what she wanted was not to be found at the bottom of a bottle, but she had no idea where it might be.”

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154. “The whiter you were, the better. Even his “exotic” looks were only allowed on television because he had the correct mix of facial features, height, and skin tone. Yet he still stared at Montserrat in surprise and then at Urueta.”

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155. “An occultist and a writer. I can’t even remember my appointments for Monday,” he said with a cheeky grin. “But I do admit people can get into bizarre hobbies when they’re in show business. Is that why the film ought to be infamous? Because that German boy said abracadabra and presto?”

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156. “Nothing is easier.” Elisa said. “It’s just another way to get killed.”

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157. “But the eye had now changed. The pupil, like a black mirror, caught reflections. The street, the cars going down the boulevards, and his young companion. She was rendered in most vivid colors.”

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158. “We do not go to town often. If you have business there, you must ask me, and I’ll have Charles drive you.”

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159. “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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160. “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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161. “As if she had been able to peer into the most intimate recesses of a person’s mind and pulled open a hidden compartment.”

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162. “The government calls everything subversive,” he said. “A poster of Mao Tse-tung is subversive. They can accuse you of promoting social dissolution and jail you because you went to a rally. They’ll spy on you if you’re a journalist who writes the wrong sort of columns.”

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163. “Some people are made to be lonely.”

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164. “Even if the darkness never ended and swallowed him whole, he’d still run to her.”

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165. “She did this because she didn’t fancy Ewers’s complicated runes, but also because magic, from what Ewers seemed to be saying, was an exercise in belief and the self.”

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166. “Such quiet. The quiet between stars. She thought she could almost hear her blood moving through her veins and her heart was loud as a drum, and when she touched the covers the rustle was like dragging a piece of furniture across the floor.”

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167. “You always leave, you do. You find a new fling and off you go, merrily forgetting I exist, and then you come back six months later once that’s done and you need attention. You’re never there when I need you.”

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168. “A man’s reputation is his calling card, and you have no card to speak of.”

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169. “Sharks were clean killers. Scorpions were not. Scorpions were secretive little monsters.”

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170. “The nature of hate is mysterious. It can gnaw at the heart for an eon, then depart when one expected it to remain as immobile as a mountain. But even mountains erode.”

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171. “I shall now go to hell, she thought, because that was what happened when you looked at a naked man who was not your husband and this one was handsome.”

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

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

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174. “You’re ours, like it or not. You’re ours and you’re us.”

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175. “He was very conscious of all rules and regulations. Born outside wealth, he’d had to manufacture himself and did not want to appear conspicuous.”

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176. “Her father had been entirely indifferent to such structured learning. Schools leave you without ambition, he said.”

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177. “No. It’s not every day I meet a lady who could toss all my glassware onto the floor without touching it,” he replied in a neutral voice.”

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178. “Keep squeezing my hand then and complaining at the same time, you’ll see some real insolence,” she sputtered.”

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179. “He had a treacherous smile.”

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

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181. “He changed. He was always changing, a thousand tiny ripples, tiny tessellations and dark reflections. It threw her out of balance, and her breath burned in her mouth.”

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182. “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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183. “Sharks haven’t changed in millions of years. They know how to survive better than we do.”

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184. “Loisail was as important as the air that she breathed. It was her city. She was in the society pages every other week, a constant fixture at the most lavish parties. The boulevards might as well have been named after her.”

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

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186. “That strange dividing line inside her body, the crack that seemed to nestle at the center of her being, now felt deep and solid. A fault line, filled with dread and anger. It scared her, this capacity for strength, for violence. It also awed her.”

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187. “Apparently some of the Hawks had even been trained by the CIA, who didn’t want commies in Latin America and were assisting the Mexican government, which meant that Elvis received a top-notch education.”

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188. “As usual, the smile hid the fangs.”

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189. “Iron and ice are difficult to embrace.”

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190. “The city could yield the chance of romance. Here, dramatic duels and great affairs took place.”

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

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192. “And life may not be fair, but I must be fair. I can’t turn away,” she said.”

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193. “Not that this helped the fishermen, since they sold the meat for a peso while the merchant sold it for fifteen in the city. But people had to make a living.”

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194. “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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195. “His hair was very pale, the color of the fragile crust of salt that forms upon the seawater when it evaporates.”

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196. “Furthermore, she had gleaned enough about sophisticated fashions from the magazines that she wouldn’t stand out in such an environment. Oh, she’d chuck away the sensible shoes and the brown jackets for something with a little more pizzazz. At a place like that some glamour wouldn’t be unexpected, would it? Just a smidgen of it.”

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197. “Her words were candid and he found himself amused by the naivety. Rather than schooling her with a scowl and a clipped yes, which normally suited him magnificently, he gave her a proper answer.”

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198. “She was a girl. A girl who had played at murder and only succeeded in getting her sister killed in the process. A girl who could not be relied on to provide good counsel. A girl who ran off into the night, launched herself into a wild escape. A girl who was sick and tired. A girl who couldn’t pretend she was a tough cookie who could get through this intact.”

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199. “She could not express her feelings, nor render the beating of her heart upon a page; she poured herself into every smile and every touch, attempting to clutch an ocean of passion between her hands for him.”

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200. “Antonina. Back in the city, with her great-aunts, and somehow she’d attracted the eye of this hungry fox, innocent lamb that she was.”

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