"If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things - huitlacoche the corn mushroom, coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong."
"Real prophets shoplift. Real prophets
pretend to be ghosts, and they learn to move
like the quiet and the dead, and their hands get swifter,
and their pockets expand to fit more food,
expand like the river gnawing into its own banks.
Everybody here studies the dead.
Everybody here is a kind of haunting."