119 Quotes by Luis Alberto Urrea

By the time he realized he was nowhere near Target, he was lost in a housing tract apparently formed entirely of cul-de-sacs.

Don Pepe was a Mexican man: a fatalist. He meant to impart much more than comfort. He meant that all good things would also end. All joy would crumble. And death would visit each and every one of them. He meant that regimes and ancient orders and cultures would all collapse. The world as we know it becomes a new world overnight.

Miguel Angel,” he said, “It isn’t hard to die. Everybody does it. Even flies do it. Everyone here is doing it. We’re all terminal.” He had a tear in his eye; Big Angel could see it brimming. “Your schedule is just different from mine.

Roses denote grace.

When you died, you died in small doses. You had trouble speaking. You forgot who was beside you. You were suddenly furious and in a panic of outrage. You wished you could be saintly. You wished you weren’t so weak. You suddenly felt better and fooled yourself into believing that a miracle was about to happen. Well, wasn’t that all a dirty rotten thing to pull on somebody.

To my dogs,” he announced, “I am a legend.

Each of the women elaborately ignored the other.

These children are so stupid; they think they are the first to discover the world.

It was as if a dump truck had spilled a ton of humanity into the yard. Bodies were jammed onto the patio, elbowing gently to get at the new macaroni salad and ignoring the mustard coleslaw.