Top 350 Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes (2025 Update)
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201. “She had loved without restraint, and he’d left a stain upon her soul.”

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202. “When they were kids, she could outrun all the other children in the neighborhood despite her bad foot. He supposed she was still trying to outrun everyone.”

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203. “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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204. “But now?” he asked, looking doubtful. “Now is always the answer.”

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

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206. “In the countryside, they say this means that the spirit is restless. Your soul is trying to escape your body. Other times, they say you are a witch.”

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207. “The bezoar. The serpent stone. Things hidden. Things that are not what they seem.”

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208. “He did not kiss her. He hovered next to her, pressed his forehead against her own instead, which was worse than any liberty he might have taken, more raw.”

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209. “But painting is the repeated exposure to a thing. It captures the essence of the object.”

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

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212. “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.”

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213. “Sacrifice. The face of all earthly things at one point is sacrifice. She’d never known what that really meant, parroting the words of others, and now she understood.”

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214. “In that event, I suppose instead of purchasing a necklace for you for your birthday, I ought to buy you a beetle.”

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215. “Cinderellas, dreaming. Maite dreamed too, but nothing came of it.”

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216. “You made a haunted house out of your own flesh and bones.”

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217. “Even if he didn’t contemplate suicide anymore, he might slide into another period of drug use and destruction that would sink him into the gutter for good.”

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218. “You’re not driving me home looking like you were just mashed by a steamroller and stinking of tequila. Come on, let’s tuck you in bed.”

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219. “It’s one thing to cut off a rooster’s head, and another to steal a corpse from a cemetery.”

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220. “Casiopea checked out and noticed the lobby looked different. The luster of it was gone. It was a feeling, as though she were standing in an empty shell.”

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221. “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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222. “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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223. “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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224. “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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225. “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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226. “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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227. “She loved the characters she found between the printed pages, and she suffered bitterly with them.”

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

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229. “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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230. “We can only pay our debts with blood. The ultimate gift is always blood.”

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231. “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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232. “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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233. “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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234. “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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235. “Nothing is easier.” Elisa said. “It’s just another way to get killed.”

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236. “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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237. “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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238. “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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239. “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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240. “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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241. “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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242. “Some people are made to be lonely.”

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

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244. “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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245. “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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246. “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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247. “A man’s reputation is his calling card, and you have no card to speak of.”

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

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249. “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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250. “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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