Victor Villaseñor quotes
Suddenly, I don't know how to explain it, the chess pieces seemed to come alive for me. It was like I could now see the chess pieces moving on the board on their own. I started beating everybody. I, the slowest of the slow, had now gone something like a hundred games without losing. I could do no wrong. It was magical how the pieces spoke to me, showing me where to move.
Victor Villaseñor
Someone finally understood all the "hell” that I'd been through since a child when I'd first tried to understand language. And yet in other forms of communications, like painting, sculpture, music, math, problem-solving, and chess, I'd been very good. In fact, in high school, once I learned how to play chess, I'd play lightning-fast, intuitively seeing all these different possibilities at the same time, and I'd won well over a hundred chess games without losing a single game. And that included beating some of our faculty members who thought that they were very good at chess.
Victor Villaseñor
"My dad, he didn't even have the eyes to see me after all of his tall, blue-eyed sons were dead. He started bellowing from the hilltop to hilltop like a madman, saying that God had forsaken him, and he had nothing more to live for, because all his sons were gone!” Tears streamed down my dad's face. "I was about nine or ten, the same ag.
Victor Villaseñor
You are a man now, and to be un hombre, a man must not only know right from wrong, he must also know who he is and who he isn't. Because if a man doesn't know who he is and who he isn't, then no matter how much he knows about right and wrong, he will always be like a fish out of water.
Victor Villaseñor
My father's mother, a pure-blooded Indian from Oaxaca, had been a gifted fifteen-year-old when Benito Juárez won Mexico's independence from France. They'd taken her to the Academy of blah-blah-blah in Mexico City, and she'd astonished her European professors by learning French in six weeks.
Victor Villaseñor
I laughed. I could see her point completely, because in Spanish you'd never say, "I think I love you,” especially after four years. That would be an insult. You'd say, "I feel love for you so deeply that when I just think of you, I start to tremble and feel my heart flutter.” Why? Because Spanish is a feeling-based language that comes first from the heart, just as English is a thinking-based language that comes first from the head.
Victor Villaseñor
You just remember, mijito, whenever your wife comes screaming at you that she's going to kill you because you forgot her birthday, that what she's really saying is ‘I love you, I depend on you for my life and love, and so this is why I hate you and want to kill you!' It's always with our wife, our best friends, and our relatives that we end up having most of our troubles in life, mijito.
Victor Villaseñor
Eve,” I said, "please stop for a minute. I think I finally get it. As you read to me aloud, the words become alive for me, and I can see pictures in my head. But when I try to read, all those little letters just confuse me. Because it's the white of the page between the words that truly grab me. Do I make any sense? Reading, I do believe, is a very unnatural thing. But to listen to a story, like sitting around a campfire, is very natural.
Victor Villaseñor
Seeing my mother's red shoes disappear, I almost leaped up screaming again, but then, the boy next to me said, "Calmate,” in Spanish, "we're going to be okay, mano.” I turned and looked at this boy. My God, his Spanish sounded so soft and comforting, and he was the most darkly handsome boy that I'd ever seen. His eyes were as large and beautiful as a goat's eyes. Looking at him, I stopped crying.
Victor Villaseñor
I talked for hours, and for the first time in my life, I could see that I'd lived two very different lives ever since I'd started school. On the ranch I'd lived a life full of love and work and warm, good feelings. At school I'd been treated with so much ... physical and mental abuse that I was still filled with so much rage; it was hard for me to even think about it.
Victor Villaseñor
Every year right after the Christmas holidays, our IQ scores were posted on the bulletin board at the Academy. We, the juniors and seniors, had taken our tests several weeks ago, and for the last few days we were all nervous wrecks waiting to see our results. Of course, we were all told that what was really crucial for us to get into the college of our choice was the grade point average of our last two years of high school, plus our SAT scores. But we knew that our IQ score could also make a big difference because our IQ, we'd been told, was what gave us a true measure of our intelligence. So if we hadn't worked real hard in school or hadn't tested well in our college entrance exams, then our IQ could make all the difference.
Victor Villaseñor
"Marina,” I said, "I don't know how to explain this, but ... well, everything I say or do or even think just doesn't seem to work out for me. Except when I'm totally alone.” I almost added, "Totally alone with God,” but I didn't because I knew how crazyloco this might sound, especially since I wasn't a priest or a monk.
Victor Villaseñor
I liked him. He seemed a lot more animal to me than human, which was good, of course, because my grandmother, Doña Guadalupe, had always explained to me that all humans were born with an animal-spirit to help guide them through life, and so the humans who realized this would always seem more animal than human, and this was wonderful. It kept us closer to God.
Victor Villaseñor
He knocked the chess set off his desk, screaming at me, "You're not a stupid Mexican! You're just lazy! I'm one of the best chess players in all Carlsbad and you treat me with no respect!” I was shocked. All my life I'd been called stupid because I was Mexican, not because I was lazy. This was really good.
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