My boyhood comrade Chimali had one of those unruly feathers of hair, and all his young life he prudently, even fearfully, kept the tuff clipped short and plastered down with oxitl.
(Part I, P. 2, Mixtli)

"Why do I go about in rags with my hand out? Because I tell the truth, and people little value the truth."
(Part II, P. 57, Cacao-Brown Man)

Our mother leaned across the cloth and slapped my face, hard. "That is for speaking disrespectfully of our future governor. Who are you, what is your high station, that you presume to defame a noble?"
(Part III, P. 115, Mixtli's Mother)

"Well," said the Lord Teacher, "gods and giants are things for priests to ponder. My interest is the history of such men, especially the first men in this valley, the men who built such cities as Tenochtitlan and Tolan."
(Part IV, P. 157, Lord Teacher)

"If Pixquitl...