“Esperanza leaned around the side of the truck. As they rounded a curve, it appeared as if the mountains pulled away from… — Pam Munoz Ryan Mexican american Copy Share Image
“Our Land is alive, Esperanza," -Esperanza Rising” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Esperanza Rising Copy Share Image
I don't impose any word count or number-of-hours quota on myself, or have any rules, except one: persistence. Nothing glamorous. No epiphanies.… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Epiphany Copy Share Image
“Which is sharper? The hatchet that cuts down dreams? Or the scythe that clears a path for another?” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Dreams Copy Share Image
“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked at the doors of mansions...sat at the table of the baker...The shopkeeper… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Books Copy Share Image
“Although he had changed his name, his history came with him, even to his writing. The rhythm of his rain-soaked childhood became… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Children Copy Share Image
“Esperanza stared back at her in silence. The one thing she did understand was that she did not like Marta.” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
What does the wind give? What does the wind take away? Where is the storehouse of the lost and found? — Pam Munoz Ryan Curiosity Copy Share Image
“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked at the doors of mansions...sat at the table of the baker...The shopkeeper… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Books Copy Share Image
“Esperanza lay in bed that night and listened to the others in the front room talk about the sweeps and the deportations.” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“There it was again, the good and bad all rolled into a meatball.” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Good and bad Copy Share Image
“Does a metamorphosis begin from the outside in? Or from the inside out?” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
