"I came to Comala because I had been told that my father, a man named Pedro Páramo, lived there." —page 3

"They say that when people from there die and go to hell, they come back for a blanket." —page 6

"I was thinking of you, Susana. Of the green hills. Of when we used to fly kits in the windy season. We could hear the sounds of life from the town below; we were high above on the hill, playing out string to the wind. 'Help me Susana.' And soft hands would tighten on mine. 'Let out more string.'" —page 12

"There is wind and sun, and there are clouds. High above, blue sky, and beyond that there may be songs; perhaps sweeter voices. . . . In a word, hope. There is hope for us, hope to ease our sorrows." —page 25

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