I'm interested in the eternal soul. That's what I write about. — Luis Alberto Urrea About Copy Share Image
“Aztlán (“The Place of the Reeds”) was the traditional home of the Aztecs, a possibly mythical motherland from which the tribe ventured… — Luis Alberto Urrea Mexico city Copy Share Image
With a name like Luis Alberto Urrea, it's political no matter what I do. — Luis Alberto Urrea Like Copy Share Image
During grade school, we moved to a white, working-class suburb in San Diego, and there were no Mexicans. — Luis Alberto Urrea Mexicans Copy Share Image
I've been told not to tour down in Mexico. I am too well-known now. The kidnappers may think that my publisher will… — Luis Alberto Urrea I am Copy Share Image
“Braulio rises and extends his hands, making peace. " No hay pedo ," he says, the absurd lower-class slang for "There's no… — Luis Alberto Urrea Peace Copy Share Image
“This is how Heaven works. They're practical. We are always looking for rays of light. For lightning bolts or burning bushes. But… — Luis Alberto Urrea Burning bush Copy Share Image
We want to ascribe a kind of tragic grimness to people, but people are funny. — Luis Alberto Urrea Ascribe Copy Share Image
I came to believe the green fuse that drives spring and summer through the world is essentially a literary energy. That the… — Luis Alberto Urrea Believe Copy Share Image
“He couldn't believe she was real. She was like some dream, some story old men told youngsters. She made a fool out… — Luis Alberto Urrea Dreams Copy Share Image
The world was more than a place. Life was more than an event. It was all one thing, and that thing was:… — Luis Alberto Urrea Events Copy Share Image
The concept of a literature of witness - of bearing witness - has embedded in it the need for action. One must… — Luis Alberto Urrea Action Copy Share Image
I have often said I come from a family of unreliable narrators. I tend to believe their struggles with racism, identity, nationality… — Luis Alberto Urrea Believe Copy Share Image
In the end, I'm really interested in people and what we do with our short time here on earth. I'm interested in… — Luis Alberto Urrea End Copy Share Image
“Cutters read the land like a text. They search the manuscript of the ground for irregularities in its narration. They know the… — Luis Alberto Urrea Books Copy Share Image
“Cruz made the sign of the cross over them. He hefted his rifle onto his shoulder and walked away. His warriors followed,… — Luis Alberto Urrea Copy Share Image
People think of me as a political writer, but I don't think of myself that way. — Luis Alberto Urrea Myself Copy Share Image
It's almost easy for me to write about a magnificent tropical village with orchids and dragonflies. That's intoxicating, but the United States… — Luis Alberto Urrea About Copy Share Image
Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies. — Luis Alberto Urrea Alive Copy Share Image
“Cuquis can read. She pores over a Bible the missionaries have given her. "Listen to this," she says. "'Let the rich man… — Luis Alberto Urrea Bible Copy Share Image
I don't like being angry all the time; it's not good for me. I have to have serenity or else go to… — Luis Alberto Urrea Anger Copy Share Image
I'm always fascinated by the disjunct between what's really happening on the ground and the propaganda machine that feeds America alarmist news… — Luis Alberto Urrea America Copy Share Image
Borders are liminal spaces. Anyone worthy of the title of 'writer' is a border writer. We all are border people. — Luis Alberto Urrea Border Copy Share Image
