Around me the moonlight glittered on the pebbles of the llano, and in the night sky a million stars sparkled. Across the river I could see the twinkling lights of the town. In a week I would be returning to… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Americanos. Time in Mexico is at times cruel and punishing, but it is never indifferent. It permeates everything, changes reality. Einstein would have loved Mexico because there time and space are one. I stare more often… — 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 the waters dissolve it and scatter it to the four corners of the earth. In the end, what we care most for only lasts a brief lifetime, and then there is eternity. Time forever. Millions of… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image