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"The Central American journey toward the false promised land is like climbing the slopes of Everest: the higher you get the less air there is to breathe, the more your body aches, the hardest challenges coming when you are at your weakest. At every step, the migrant trail offers only one deal: surrender yourself."

"The best place to chat with a migrant is on top of the hurtling train. You're considered an equal there. You're in their territory and have, by boarding the train, signed a pact of solidarity. You share cigarettes, water, food, and are ready to defend the train from attack if necessary. The pact ends when you get off the train."

"Death isn't simple in El Salvador. It's like a sea: you're subject to its depths, its creatures, its darkness. Was it the cold that did it, the waves, a shark? A drunk, a gangster, a witch? They didn't have a clue."

This is a hoot.

"History knew the truth. History was the most inhuman product of humanity. It scooped up the whole of human will and, like the goddess Kali in Calcutta, dripped blood from its mouth as it bit and crunched."

"Everything abominable-debauchery, death, madness, pestilence, destruction How was it that such things could so entice the heart and allure the soul outward. Why did souls have to "exist," discarding easy, dark, and quiet dwellings? Why was it that the human heart rejected tranquil inertness?"

"Possessing by letting go of things was a secret of ownership unknown to youth."

"In the fall, it got cold. The sky was dark. Her heart was full of joy. Her heart had taken on the nature of the tree. She stored everything away."

~There was nothing in her face to show that she had once been a prostitute. She had become a small woman of twenty-six with a heart as big as the sea.~

"It was in the nature of authority to fear purity more than any sort of corruption."