Destiny is not a metaphysical confrontation with one's self, rather, society has knit its pattern so tight that a confrontation with it is inevitable. (p59) The Mixquiahuala Letters (1986)
When i say ours was a love affair, it is an expression of nostalgia and melancholy for the depth of our empathy. (p39) The Mixquiahuala Letters (1986)
We said nothing for several minutes. Our minds weighed like ripened fruit on the branch. When one is confronted by the mirror, the spirit trembles. (p49) The Mixquiahuala Letters (1986)