Quotes About New Mexico

New Mexico is the second Hollywood. No, it is, it is. They built all sorts of film studios.

Until I came to New Mexico, I never realized how much beauty water adds to a river.

Both northeastern Utah and northern New Mexico have a four-or five-decade history of intensive, sustained anomalous activity involving hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people subjected to bizarre, unexplained phenomena. These communities exist far off the main highway system.

Indigenous tribes seem to be on the fringes of nearly all of these paranormal outbreaks. Where you find one, you almost always find the other. The Uinta Basin is the most notable example, but there are several others, including Yakima, Washington, and Dulce, New Mexico, as we have already mentioned.

Once upon a time Apache land would have stretched farther than the horizon, through New Mexico almost to Texas, but as white men found gold, silver, turquoise, and copper beneath its surface they carved up the territory like children sneaking to the fridge and slicing off a chocolate cake bit by bit: hoping at first that the loss wouldn't be noticed but ultimately not really caring.

I wouldn't mind to go to New Mexico with you. To California with you. But mainly to New Jersey, to see the sea where you grew up.

The moon. There's no other moon like one on a clear New Mexico night. It rises over the Sandias and soothes the miles and miles of barren desert with all the quiet whiteness of a first snow.

Love can leave you nowhere in New Mexico raising peacocks for the rest of your life.

México Nuevo, México Unido. Ante criminalidad y corrupción: tolerancia cero. Recuerdo por

I found out that the sunshine in New Mexico could do almost anything with one: make one well if one felt ill, or change a dark mood and lighten it. It entered into one's deepest places and melted the thick, slow densities. It made one feel good. That is, alive.

Brower had pioneered the route up the most impressive of them, Shiprock in New Mexico); the amphitheater basins ringed

In 1971, the Bureau of Reclamation released a plan to divert six million acre-feet from the lower Mississippi River and create a river in reverse, pumping the water up a staircase of reservoirs to the high plains in order to save the irrigation economy of West Texas and eastern New Mexico, utterly dependent on groundwater, from collapse.

The sense of form in New Mexico is for me one of the profoundest, most original, and most beautiful I have personally experienced. It must be 'learned.' . . . It is not a country of light on things. It is a country of things in light.

And then there's the snow ... on the roof of the house. You see, I grew up in a desert. I don't understand this snow stuff. At home, in New Mexico, water knew its place. It stayed in reservoirs and pipes and and sinks and such. It didn't do anything MESSY ... like fall from the God-deleted sky. I mean, the SKY! for crying out. What the halibut is it doing falling from the SKY? That's where you keep airplanes. And birds. And stuff. Not water. I mean, come on. Let's get with the program, here.

Roswell, New Mexico, the town where an alien spaceship had supposedly crashed and been covered up by the Air Force. HOME OF THE MOST BIZARRE CONSPIRACY IN U.S. HISTORY, a sign on one of the tourist traps said.

I have come to warn you. The Texans are now Americans. So are the people of New Mexico. They have all become Americans and they are under American law. This is the last time. You will stop raiding and you will bring in the captives. If not I will send the soldiers." Toshana laughed. But you are Gai-ker. You do not fight. "You will see." Jiles, Paulette. The Color of Lightning: A Novel (p. 296). HarperCollins e-books. Kindle Edition.