“The sound is gone. There's nothing left but the insomniac throbbing of crickets. Crickets in the garden, the courtyard, the back courtyard. Close, domestic, identifiable. And those out in the country. Between all of them they raise, little by little,… — Rosario Castellanos Copy Share
Writing has been a way of explaining to myself the things I do not understand. — Rosario Castellanos Copy Share Image
“The sound is gone. There's nothing left but the insomniac throbbing of crickets. Crickets in the garden, the courtyard, the back courtyard. Close, domestic, identifiable. And those out in the country. Between all of them they raise, little by little, a wall that will keep out the thing that lies waiting for the tiniest crack of silence to steal through.… — Rosario Castellanos Copy Share
We have to laugh. Because laughter, we already know, is the first evidence of freedom. — Rosario Castellanos Copy Share Image
It’s not good enough to imitate the models proposed for us that are answers to circumstances other than our own. It isn’t even enough… — Rosario Castellanos Copy Share Image
“No diré con los otros que también me olvidaste. No ingresaré en el coro de los que te desprecian ni seguiré al ejército blasfemo.… — Rosario Castellanos Copy Share Image
