“Human beings pass me on the street, and I want to reach out and strum them as if they were guitars.”
-Sandra Cisneros
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The Simile Museum
Tag: Sandra Cisneros
January 20, 2016
“The little wooden door that has wedged shut the dark for so long opens with a sigh and lets out a breath of mold and dampness, like books that have been left out in the rain.”
-Sandra Cisneros
February 12, 2015
“So. What do you think? Are you convinced now I’m as crazy as a tulip or a taxi? As vagrant as a cloud?”
-Sandra Cisneros
June 2, 2014
“My great grandmother. I would’ve liked to have known her, a wild horse of a woman, so wild she wouldn’t marry. Until my great-grandfather threw a sack over her head and carried her off. Just like that, as if she were a fancy chandelier. That’s the way he did it.”
-Sandra Cisneros
