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“The church wanted us to give out food to malnourished children, but they didn't want us to question why they were malnourished to begin with.”
― Elvia Alvarado, Don't Be Afraid, Gringo

“This place, our little cloud forest, even though we missed our papi, it was the most beautiful place you've ever seen. We didn't really know that then, because it was the only place we'd ever seen, except in picture in books and magazines, but now that's I've seen other place, I know. I know how beautiful it was. And we loved it anyway even before we knew. Because the trees had these enormous dark green leaves, as a big as a bed, and they would sway in the wind. And when it rain you could hear the big, fat raindrops splatting onto those giant leaves, and you could only see the sky in bright blue patches if you were walking a long way off to a friend's house or to church or something, when you passed through a clearing and all those leaves would back away and open up and the hot sunshine would beat down all yellow and gold and sticky. And there were waterfalls everywhere with big rock pools where you could take a bath and the water was always warm and it smelled like sunlight. And at night there was the sound of the tree frogs and the music of the rushing water from the falls and all the songs of the night birds, and Mami would make the most delicious chilate, and Abuela would sing to us in the old language, and Soledad and I would gather herbs and dry them and bundle them for Papi to sell in the market when he had a day off, and that's how we passed our days.'

Luca can see it. He's there, far away in the misty cloud forest, in a hut with a packed dirt floor and a cool breeze, with Rebeca and Soledad and their mami and abuela, and he can even see their father, far away down the mountain and through the streets of that clogged, enormous city, wearing a long apron and a chef's hat, and his pockets full of dried herbs. Luca can smell the wood of the fire, the cocoa and cinnamon of the chilate, and that's how he knows Rebeca is magical, because she can transport him a thousand miles away into her own mountain homestead just by the sound of her voice.”
― Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

“They [the church] wanted us to give food out to malnourished mothers and children, but they didn't want us to question why we were malnourished to begin with. They wanted us to grow vegetables on the tiny plots around our houses, but they didn't want us to question why we didn't have enough land to feed ourselves. [p. 16]”
― Elvia Alvarado, Don't Be Afraid, Gringo

“Perhaps the ghastliest disease endemic to mosquitia is Mucocutaneous Leishmaniasis, sometimes called white leprosy, caused by the bite of an infected sand fly. The Leishmania parasite migrates to the mucus membranes of the victim's nose and lips and eats them away, eventually creating a giant, weeping sore where the face used to be.”
― Douglas Preston, The Lost City of the Monkey God: A True Story

“Where are you from originally?" Matt asked.
"Honduras. Do you know it?”
― Taylor Grant, A Whiter Shade of Christmas

“Puede verse aquí una correspondencia entre etimología y geología en cuanto a que los estudiosos de la geología y la antropología coinciden en que el sector se caracteriza por sus "piedras rojas y verdes", y la voz etimológica de "Tegucigalpa" significa "Piedras Pintadas".”
― Leticia de Oyuela, Historia Minima De Tegucigalpa

“Según la leyenda, se alojó entre las ruinas del convento La Merced, y haciendo el papel de mendicante, empezo a recoger limosna (inclusive de la municipalidad, con la cual tenia contacto) para construir tanto la iglesia como el convento.
Para 1835, todo el área de Tegucigalpa fue conmocionada por la erupción del volcán Cosigüina. Durante tres días con sus noches se obscureció el cielo y cayeron cenizas sobre la ciudad, ante el pavor de una ignorante y atribulada población, que no encontraba sentido al fenómeno. El joven recoleto que se había refugiado en el convento de La Merced y explicaba al tumulto enloquecido las consecuencias del vulcanismo era José Trinidad Reyes, quien en sus ratos de ocio escribía sus "Principios Elementales de Física".”
― Leticia de Oyuela, Historia Minima De Tegucigalpa