The past seems to infuse into the present, and in the brown, wringled faces of the old people one sees the presence of the past.
Rudolfo AnayaThere are many gods . . . gods of beauty and magic, gods of the garden, gods in our own backyards, but we go off to foreign countries to find new ones, we reach to the stars to find new ones--. . . . The god of the church is a jealous god; he cannot live in peace with other gods.
Rudolfo Anaya