Salvador Plascencia Quotes & Sayings

And although Margarita lived in a world that predated Technicolor, she always dreamed of the boy in rich pastels. — Salvador Plascencia

I am gone tomorrow. And there and gone again by the time you read this. — Salvador Plascencia

He promised all those things men promise when they are far away and can feel the phone lines stretching too tight, the wires and cables rapidly unraveling from their braids, snapping, recoiling, collapsing the poles along the way. — Salvador Plascencia

And if we had learned anything from this story it was to be cautious of paper
to be mindful of its fragile construction and sharp edges, but mostly to be cautious of what is written on it. — Salvador Plascencia

But there are forces that don't let you turn back and undo things, because to do so would be to deny what is already in motion, to unwrite and erase passages, to shorten the arc of a story you don't own. — Salvador Plascencia

Like all stories of creators who bring life from the dead, his story began with a struggling butcher, who chased a gray cat, caught it, took off its studded collar, and slit its throat. — Salvador Plascencia

You cannot kill or steal from a man while he is asleep and heartbroken. While it is said that everything is fair in love an war, the dictum is nullified when both love and war occur simultaneously ... — Salvador Plascencia

I don't deserve this. I have forgiven myself. What I did to you was not so bad. It happens. — Salvador Plascencia

One day I will forgive you; until then there are scabs everywhere that you have touched me. — Salvador Plascencia

Don't say his name. I don't want him in here. I will cut him out. — Salvador Plascencia

She was made after the time of ribs and mud. By papal decree there were to be no more people born of the ground or from the marrow of bones. All would be created from the propulsions and mounts performed underneath bedsheets- rare exception granted for immaculate conceptions. The mixing pits were sledged and the cutting tables, where ribs were extracted from pigs and goats, were sawed in half. Although the monks were devout and obedient to the thunder of Rome, the wool of their robes was soaked not only by the salt of sweat but also by that of tears. The monks rolled down their heavy sleeves, hid their slaughter knives in the burlap of their scrips, and wiped the hoes clean. They closed the factory down, chained the doors with Vatican-crested locks, and marched off in holy formation. Three lines, their faces staring down in humility, closing their eyes when walking over puddles, avoiding their unshaven reflections. — Salvador Plascencia

Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh. — Salvador Plascencia

There would be no sequel to the sadness — Salvador Plascencia