Silvia Moreno-Garcia Quotes

She was but a girl from nowhere. Let the heroes save the world, save kings who must regain their crowns. Live, live, she wanted to live, and there was a way.

Viridiana thought Manuel represented more desire than affection, and knew enough about nets and sharks to picture herself tangled in a certain placid mediocrity which terrified her.

Can you read and write in English?""English, Spanish and Dutch," she said. "My French is serviceable, too.""What do you know," the older man said, looking surprised. "I didn't realize you could study that here." It always seemed to amaze foreigners that they were not all running around in loincloths, praying to the rain gods.

Look at you, like the dawn. You can't understand, of course, but one day you'll want to be new again. You'll wish to return to this moment of perfection when you were the embodiment of all promises.

It wasn't fair. But there wasn't an "after" in stories, was there? The curtain simply fell. She was not in a fairy tale, in any case. What "after" could there be?

The things you name grow in power.

She turned her head a fraction of an inch, her eyes very dark, pools of ink, silencing him. She did not say a word. In her eyes he read the answer to the question she had not allowed him to ask. No one had ever looked at him like that. Like he was every star shining down on them that night and the ground beneath her feet, and every other ridiculous phrase found in books that he'd never believed could possibly be true. And he knew she hated herself in
that moment and he knew she loved him precisely because she did not speak a single word.

...she was trapped between competing desires, a desire for a more meaningful connection and the desire to never change. She wished for eternal youth and endless merriment.

To Lovecraft, a tainted past is the rotten core from which present-day horror germinates.

Is that why you stare at the stars?" he asked. "Are you searching for beauty or dreaming with your eyes wide open?

The salt will keep our secrets.

Guys, I just want to remind you I have to be home by seven," Daniela said. "I'm also not allowed to do any Satanic stuff." Sebastian

I don't want to go back. Not for a thousand years, and yet…I don't know what I'll do if I'm not taking care of Grandfather and fetching the groceries. I've never seriously thought of it, and now it seems I should. Or maybe not, maybe it's too soon. Maybe there's no point in talking about automobiles when I don't know if I'll live to be nineteen. But it would be fun, wouldn't it? To ride one. Maybe to ride it with you.

It was easy to kiss someone when it didn't matter; it was more difficult when it might be meaningful.

One could construct a hundred different narratives, it didn't make them true.

And that was that. You don't get to rewind your life like a tape and splice it back together, pretending it never knotted and tore, when it did and you know it did.

We say many things when we are young. Eventually, we grow wiser.

Why can't music be magic? Aren't spells just words you repeat? And what are songs? Lyrics that play over and over again. The words are like a formula." All

I follow the direction of the wind, and I cannot be blamed if a new wind begins to blow

She woke to an ache so deep in her bones and such copious sorrow that she thought she would not be able to rise from bed. The world outside seemed muted and gray, which she thought fitting. Had it not been gray for her since birth? The burst of colors she had experienced during the past few days was the anomaly.

Vampires drained you one way or another.

You did not rescue me," Casiopea replied. "I opened that chest. Besides, I wasn't a princess in a tower. I knew I'd get away one way or another, and I was not waiting for a god to liberate me.

It's no good telling tales without a drink.

Turns out you don't need a heart to live, after all.

He made her forget not through arcane sorcery but with his mere presence.

There is a point when a man may swim back to shore, but he was past it. There was nothing left but to be swallowed by the enormity of the sea.

Casiopea, meanwhile, looked at a heavy silver bracelet with black enamel triangles, of the "Aztec" style, which was much in vogue and meant to attract the eye of tourists with its faux pre-Hispanic motifs. It was a new concoction, of the kind that abound in a Mexico happy to invent traditions for mass consumption, eager to forge an identity after the fires of revolution--but it was pretty.

Take it from me. Now is always the answer. Besides, do you have anything better to do? Mope around for a decade or two?"
Casiopea drummed her fingers against her skirt and chewed her lip. The dramatic poetry she'd read would have called for this and more. There was sadness in her, of course, but she didn't wish to crack like fine china either. She could not wither away. In the world of the living, one must live. And had this not been her wish? To live. Truly live.

They were eternal, never changing, and yet they had changed.

The things you name do grow in power, but others that are not ever whispered claw at one's heart anyway, rip it to shreds even if a syllable does not escape the lips.

She'd always been so afraid that the land would eat her, but it was obvious now that the answer was you had to eat it.

He'd fallen in love slowly and quietly, and it was a quiet sort of love, full of phrases left unsaid, laced with dreams.