“There you’ll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming … 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, from Pedro Páramo, translated by Margaret Sayers Peden (Grove Press, 1994)
