Quotes by : Rudolfo Anaya

Why are they like that?' I asked Cico. We skirted Blue Lake and worked our way through the tall, golden....

It seemed the more I knew about people the more I knew about the strange magic hidden in their hearts.....

The germ of creation lies in violence.

I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her....

The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty....

The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were....

There are many gods . . . gods of beauty and magic, gods of the garden, gods in our own backyards, but....

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded....

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.