Pedro Páramo

Juan Rulfo

“—Bring on those eggs!—he shouted Damiana, adding—:From now on you’ll let that woman eat whatever I’m having, even if it kills your stingy self to do so.” p. 62

“Do you remember the Chinese guavas we had in the seminary? The peaches. And those tangerines whose peels would open right up if you gave them a little squeeze.” p. 71

“I think about when the limes would ripen. About winds in February that would snap the fern stalks before they dried out from neglect. About the scent of ripe limes that would fill the old patio.” p. 75

“I found a few tortillas warming on the coals and a piece of dried meat.” p.54

“The only noise they made came as they drank their chocolate and chewed down one tortilla after another together with beans they were served.” p. 96

“Their wheels cracked, making the windows rattle, waking everyone. At the same hour, the ovens open and everything smells of freshly baked bread.” p. 44