#mexico

Certainly, if it had been anything other than an HBO show I'd probably still be in Mexico now with a Mexican wife and kids. ↗

— Adrian Grenier

#been #certainly #had #hbo #i

New Mexico is an environment where we are open for business. ↗

— Susana Martinez

#environment #mexico #new #new mexico #open

More than one-third of Mexicans in the United States own property in Mexico, nearly 80 percent send money home and 25 percent have a spouse in Mexico. Assimilation and becoming an American citizen are not the objective for many of them. ↗

— John Shadegg

#american citizen #assimilation #becoming #citizen #home

Latinos have fought in all of America's wars, beginning with the Revolutionary War. Many Latinos are fighting and dying for our country today in Iraq, just as several of their ancestors fought for freedom in Mexico over a century ago. ↗

— Joe Baca

#america #ancestors #beginning #century #country

In Mexico you have death very close. That's true for all human beings because it's a part of life, but in Mexico, death can be found in many things. ↗

— Gael Garcia Bernal

#beings #close #death #found #human

During the Tertiary period the whole valley of Mexico was one great lake. ↗

— Edward Burnett Tylor

#great #lake #mexico #period #valley

You want a lesson? I'll give you a lesson. How about a geography lesson? My father's from Puerto Rico. My mother's from El Salvador. And neither one of those is Mexico. ↗

— Jennifer Esposito

#el salvador #father #geography #give #how

A molcajete is a stone mortar and pestle from Mexico. They're great for grinding spices and making salsa and guacamole because they give everything a nice coarse and rustic feel. I've never collected anything, but I think I might start collecting these because each one is decorated differently. ↗

— Bobby Flay

#because #coarse #collected #collecting #decorated

Mr. Tyler acquired Texas by voluntary compact, and Mr. Polk California and New Mexico by successful war. ↗

— Robert Toombs

#california #compact #mexico #mr #new

If only I could cry. I am beyond that. The light, the light, lending itself to empty downtown Saturday, but still the stupid insensate cars flush by oblivious to their stupidity, my silent plea. It isn't Mexico. It's not Paris. It's a painting by Hopper come to life. I am trapped inside a dead thing. Language is impossible here, even in English. Who has the arrogance to say: I'm mad, this is my crazy view of things, help me. I'm trapped in a silent world, a tableau of forty years ago. The walls are different, the tables, the heights of the veiling and the chairs. I loom above this letter. The view past the rows of cakes in the plate glass window is unfamiliar. I am a ghost. There is nothing now between me and death. Death is the unfamiliarity of everything, the strangeness of the once familiar. The same spatial configurations only the light is hollow, sick. I think I lack the energy to hit expensive discos which I don't know where they are to be rejected tonight. I look passable. My energy's low. I love to dance but despair is not a good muse. This Mexico, babe. Men who don't love you but act wildly as if they do initially. Self-involved, narcissistic men... The men drink and philosophize about pain. The women live it solo and culturelessly. No one cries, except easily, sentimentally. The devil, therefore God, exists. Oaxaca was a pushover compared to this. Pain had boundaries there. Spare us big cities, oh lord! ↗

— Maryse Holder

#mexico #oaxaca #pain #death