A heroic, losing battle! I'm tired of brave men who die. There's nothing pretty about losing.

— Warren Eyster

Feeling the inevitable claim of the desert, he experienced a desire to throw off his civilized costume, hurl himself upon Josephina, either succumb, or return to Guadalajara, where men could only complain of having too many buttons to button or unbutton...

— Warren Eyster

He would have been careful not to violate his conscience in any way that might keep him from devoting his full attention to the sin he had decided to commit. Pedro was not really very different from all men, at least in that. Not very different from the bank teller who makes sure to give every customer exact change, even while he is embezzling.

— Warren Eyster

In the distance, mongrel dogs were howling out the coyote portion of their ancestry. All the sounds of the night seemed to pass through a hollow tunnel of indefinite length.

— Warren Eyster

It seems to be Latin American destiny to always have the United States say 'amen.

— Warren Eyster

It would not be until darkness had taken indisputable control over the land, until the flames of the bonfire created an unreal world of shadows, until tequila and mescal untied men from their somber selves.

— Warren Eyster

Like all vain men, he had moments of unreasonable confidence.

— Warren Eyster

Lopez made sandals out of one tire. He sold them at ten cents each, because people sometimes needed only one.

— Warren Eyster

My eyes are my greatest sin.

— Warren Eyster

Out of the mouths of babes comes only bubbles. Out of the mouths of men like me, only babble.

— Warren Eyster