I've always used the technique of the cuento. I am an oral storyteller, but now I do it on the printed page. I think if we were very wise we would use that same tradition in video cassettes, in movies,… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share Image
“I think that if there is a hell it's just a place where you're left all alone, with nobody around you. Man, when you're… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
There are many gods . . . gods of beauty and magic, gods of the garden, gods in our own backyards, but we go… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
It is because good is always stronger than evil. Always remember that, Antonio. The smallest bit of good can stand against all the powers… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
“I was drinking beer to kill time, the erotic and sensitive Mexican time which is so different from the clean-packaged, well-kept time of the… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
The body is not important. It is made of dust; it is made of ashes. It is food for the worms. The winds and… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
“And what of the men who made love to the woman who became La Llorona? Did they every cry for their children? It doesn't… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes,… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
“The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
The past seems to infuse into the present, and in the brown, wringled faces of the old people one sees the presence of the… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
Understanding comes with life. As a man grows he sees life and death, he is happy and sad, he works, plays, meets people -… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men… — Rudolfo Anaya Copy Share
