Top 380 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “For all your intelligence, you don’t think sometimes.”

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

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204. “Unlike European vampires, Atl could handle the sun, though it weakened her. It required too much energy to move through the city in the daytime.”

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

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206. “Now is always the answer.”

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

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208. “But if he managed to look forlorn they usually threw him a few pesos, and he scraped by.”

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209. “Love at that age was a fire that sparked quickly, so it shouldn’t have surprised him when she spoke earnestly, but it still stung to hear her voice her affection with such ease. She’d known the boy for a second and a half, and already her lips curled with honeyed sweetness when she spoke his name. Give her a month and she’d be ready to press an asp to her breast if the spoiled brat ever left her.”

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210. “He held that Bible up and read from it, but I don’t think he knew the words.”

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211. “You’re a bit too old to be listening to the silly superstitions of the peasants. Those idiotic tales will rot your brain,” Arturo said, snapping the fallboard of the piano shut with a firm hand.”

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212. “Once inside she hesitated, and in addition to the cigarettes grabbed a diet soda and a yellow puff pastry wrapped in cellophane. She doubted it contained a single natural component, but sometimes synthetic is what you are after.”

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213. “Gods have appetites, more voracious than those of men, and how quickly they turn from one pursuit to another, like uncorking a wine, taking a sip, then tossing the rest down a drain.”

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214. “Our servants, you might have noticed they don’t talk much. There’s very little of them left. It’s almost like their mind has been carved out.” “That’s not possible.” Francis shook his head. “Have you ever known an alcoholic? It affects their brain, and so does this.”

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215. “There is no after.”

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216. “Are you to reproach me? These idiotic parlor tricks are fit for rogues in gambling dens, not a proper lady. Not that Antonina behaves like a lady. Half the time she is close to a savage.”

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217. “The first week of December. It was the season to devour empanadas, eat rosca de reyes, and listen to the fireworks exploding late at night. He was hoping to drink all the way through the posadas – he’d work off the calories in January. It was not the month to be chasing after murderers.”

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218. “What is godhood against the need of a child to save her brother? Nothing, I tell you.”

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219. “Turns out you don’t need a heart to live, after all.”

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220. “But there was a mysterious assertiveness in her eyes at times, which he enjoyed, and her hair was nice – it made him curious, he wished to touch it.”

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221. “Any pleasant activity must also involve the acquisition of a spouse. That is, she should never have fun for the sake of having fun but only as a way to obtain a husband.”

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222. “He sat back, his head against the door of the building. Meche, in turn, rested her head against his shoulder. For others, it might have been an intimate gesture. Maybe it was, but not in the way most people might think. Meche and Sebastian were used to each other, comfortable in their proximity. They folded and kept their dreams in the same drawer, spun fantasies side by side, lived in the easy harmony of youth which did not know the need for tall walls and sturdy defenses.”

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223. “Pain must be endured, for without it there’d be no sweetness.”

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224. “There’s a bit of the devil in every man, even if he may act the part of the saint,” her mother had warned her. And of course, the follow-up: don’t give a fellow any ideas.”

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225. “A mystery is the most seductive of poisons; it intoxicates the soul.”

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226. “It always seemed to amaze foreigners that they were not all running around in loincloths, praying to the rain gods.”

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227. “That I’ll be happy to join your family. That I’ll be happy to what? Give you my money? Maybe give you children?” “Yes. Yes, to both.” “You’re a pack of monsters. And you! I trusted you.”

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228. “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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229. “As usual, the smile hid the fangs.”

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

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

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

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233. “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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234. “Do you think I am a dog to whom you can throw scraps?” he asked in a low voice.”

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235. “Was she having lunch with a modern-day Robin Hood or someone more sinister? A cold-blooded killer, a kidnapper, a lurid, cartoonish monster. A villain!”

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236. “Often life doesn’t make sense, and if Elvis had a motto it was that: life’s a mess.”

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237. “You’re kidding me, right? The ‘team-building exercise’ was drinking beer in very big glasses and pinching waitresses’ behinds. I don’t need to play sexist caveman games with the boys to do my job.”

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238. “Kika changed seats, pulling a chair and joining Ana at her table. Gang member, very likely, even if she seemed to dabble in unorthodox outfits. Not that Ana wanted that to be the case, but the way this conversation was going there were few other options to consider, though movie extra from a remake of Gilda might fit the bill. She had the femme fatale aura down pat.”

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239. “At the entrance there had been a painting or a mirror on a wall, and it’s oval outline was visible against the wallpaper, like a lonesome fingerprint at the scene of a crime.”

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240. “She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see any of that. There was such ugliness in the world.”

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

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242. “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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243. “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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244. “Stories have a rhythm to them. A beginning, a middle, an end. Mysteries beg for answers, narratives demand conclusions. Perhaps this is why Ginny made such a powerful impression on me: her story had no proper finale. It was a never ending loop, a perfect circle.”

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245. “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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246. “Hector was like a castaway who had washed up on a room of velvet curtains and marble floors. The revelers might as well have been wild animals ready to tear off a chunk of his flesh.”

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247. “You do tricks for adoring crowds onstage and forget that it is not all artifice and sleight of hand when you step off. The pauper does not get the princess, Hector Auvray.”

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248. “She’d always been so afraid that the land would eat her, but it was obvious now that the answer was you had to eat it.”

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249. “Now she was there, real and solid, and he wanted to die without her and wanted to live for her.”

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250. “She wished for eternal youth and endless merriment.”

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