The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors...not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. This onion made us cry... I thought about the giant onion, that remarkable bulb of sadness. Gary Soto More Quotes by Gary Soto More Quotes From Gary Soto I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences. Gary Soto sentences writing firsts Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough. Gary Soto sparrows hard-work world It appears these days I don't have much of a life because my nose is often stuck in a book. But I discovered that reading builds a life inside the mind. Gary Soto reading mind book You can always spot bright people. They are reading a book. Gary Soto reading book people going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere Gary Soto back-and-forth I drank that sentence and began to glow. Gary Soto sentences drank Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair. Gary Soto dirt nature hair