Feeling the inevitable claim of the this desert, he experienced a desire to throw off his civilized costume, hurl himself upon Josephina, either succumb, or return to Guadalajara, where men could only complain of having...

My eyes are my greatest sin.

It would not be until darkness had taken indisputable control over the land, until the flames of the bonfire created an unreal world of shadows, until tequila and mescal untied men from their somber selves.

Poverty in western Mexico is an Unconditional Sentence.

Lopez made sandals out of one tire. He sold them at ten cents each, because people sometimes needed only one.

Outside, he had a sudden feeling that at moments there was too much light for human eyes. It caused men to feel weak and befuddled.

The best way to avoid becoming a scapegoat is to find one.

In the distance, mongrel dogs were howling out the coyote portion of their ancestry. All the sounds of the night seemed to pass through a hollow tunnel of indefinite length.

The world is in me and you are not even in the world yet.

The history of our country has taught us, above all, the virtue of patience. It will be many generations before we can have the conditions we seek.