“The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It was one of those sad moons that no one looks at or pays attention to. It… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
“The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
“What's taking you so long in the privy, son?" "Nothing, mama." "If you stay in there much longer, a snake will come and bite… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
“I am lying in the same bed where my mother died so long ago; on the same mattress, beneath the same black wool coverlet… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
“We live in a region where everything is given to us, thanks to Providence, but where everything is bitter.” — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
“Every morning at dawn the village trembles with the rumbling of the wagons. They come in from everywhere, loaded with saltpeter, with corn, with… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
No one knows better than I do how far heaven is, but I also know all the shortcuts. The secret is to die, when… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last. — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
