Juan Rulfo

“One lives to forget. And in the end, one forgets.”

“I came to Comala because I was told that my father, a certain Pedro Páramo, lived here.”

“Forgetting is one of the forms of memory.”

“Hope is a worm that gnaws at our hearts.”

“One always returns to the old places where one loved life.”

“Every sigh is like a sip of life that one gets rid of.”

“It had been so long since I'd raised my face that I had forgotten the sky.”

“Illusion? That's expensive. It cost me living more than I should have.”

“Time is heavier than the heaviest burden.”

“The night was full of murmurs.”

“You can't fight against what you don't hear. Against what you don't see.”

“His body always felt wet, as if it were sweating fear.”

“The dead have no time or space.”

“Life is a business. Or at least it seems so.”

“I felt the picture of my mother kept in my shirt pocket, warming my heart.”