A library is also a place where love begins.

It seemed the more I knew about people the more I knew about the strange magic hidden in their hearts.

The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.

It is because good is always stronger than evil. Always remember that, Antonio. The smallest bit of good can stand against all the powers of evil in the world and it will emerge triumphant.

Sometimes a man has to cry. Even if he is a man.

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.

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.