Sofia Citradewi

“We live in a region where everything is given to us, thanks to Providence, but where everything is bitter.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“You've been dreaming lies again, Susana.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo