Puma

“I don't want to impose a retrospective clarity of will on what had certainly been months immersed in a flailing muddle, but if there isn't some truth to the narratives of progress with which we sometimes try to frame our lives, however rooted in desperate delusion, we'd never be able to speak them, certainly not silently to ourselves, with any conviction.”
― Francisco Goldman, The Interior Circuit: A Mexico City Chronicle

“The wide sky overhead can seem like an element we're deeply submerged in, one that overflows the mountains rimming the horizon as if these were the walls of an extinct volcano's vast crater, inside of which has arisen a city... The night sky, sponging up light from the city below, is blackish phosphorescence, in which low clouds drift like mesoglea. When the moon is out in late afternoon it looms low over streets and buildings, enormous and pale yellow in the softer blue sky, like a ghostly school bus coming right at us.”
― Francisco Goldman, The Interior Circuit: A Mexico City Chronicle

“Neoteny, the choice not to metamorphose. If it was good for the axolotl, then it was good for Consuelo.”
― Nina Marie Martínez, ¡Caramba!: A Tale Told in Turns of the Card

“You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad.”
― Cisneros Sandra