Edward Trujillo

“man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams.” RALPH WALDO EMERSON, Nature”
― Kate Atkinson, A God in Ruins

“I wanted to listen to “Huapango de Moncayo,” a traditional Mexican song that I associate with the pain and happiness of being Mexican. The song picks up slowly; then the trumpets blare and make you feel like the angel perched on a Paseo de la Reforma roundabout—the Angel of Independence—stretching her wings to the heavens.”
― Alfredo Corchado, Midnight in Mexico: A Reporter's Journey Through a Country's Descent into Darkness

“She still called it dinner, although the vicar had tried to educate her for years that the working classes had their dinner at midday, but the upper classes had luncheon.”
― Rhys Bowen, In Farleigh Field

“Quote taken from Chapter 1:

"The police should be in it, not us. We’re out of here.” Bill did an about-face to retrace their route to the door.

Piper whipped out a hand and snagged him by the shirttail. Her tone returned to crisp and decisive. “Slow down, Roadrunner. I’m not ready to leave. We’ve got work to do.”

Incredulous, he stared gape-mouthed at her. “You'd better explain,” he said.

She wiggled her nose. “I’m growing nosier by the second about the circumstances surrounding Anna’s murder.”
― Ed Lynskey, The Corpse Wore Gingham