Juan Rulfo Quotes:
Ocupation: Writer
Life: May 16, 1917 - January 7, 1986
Birthday: May 16
Death: January 7
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.
topic: Dog, Mean, Night, Dog Days
