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A review by sriq
Pedro Páramo by Juan Rulfo
"I noticed that her voice was made of human cords, that her mouth had teeth and a tongue that would engage and disengage as she spoke, and that her eyes were just like those of anyone else alive on earth."
"And on blustery days you see the wind as it blows the leaves here and there, even when it’s easy to see there aren’t any trees around these parts. There must’ve been at some point. Otherwise, where would all the leaves have come from?"
"Each sigh is like a sip of life that slowly gets away from us."
"He thought he knew her. But even if that were not the case, was it not enough to know that she was the creature he most loved in all the world?"
"Then she felt as if her head had dropped onto her abdomen. She tried to lift it back up, to separate it from her belly, which pressed against her eyes and made it difficult to breathe, but with each effort she tumbled farther, as if she were sinking into the night."
"And on blustery days you see the wind as it blows the leaves here and there, even when it’s easy to see there aren’t any trees around these parts. There must’ve been at some point. Otherwise, where would all the leaves have come from?"
"Each sigh is like a sip of life that slowly gets away from us."
"He thought he knew her. But even if that were not the case, was it not enough to know that she was the creature he most loved in all the world?"
"Then she felt as if her head had dropped onto her abdomen. She tried to lift it back up, to separate it from her belly, which pressed against her eyes and made it difficult to breathe, but with each effort she tumbled farther, as if she were sinking into the night."