Sonoran Desert Quotes

I'm an Arizona boy.

He'd always had a quickening of the heart when he crossed into Arizona and beheld the cactus country. This was as the desert should be, this was the desert of the picture books, with the land unrolled to the farthest distant horizon hills, with saguaro standing sentinel in their strange chessboard pattern, towering supinely above the fans of ocotillo and brushy mesquite.

In Arizona, there's mountains behind my house.

I grew up in Arizona. I love it. I'm a part of the desert. I feel like, really, I'm from the Sonoran Desert, which is - extends to both sides of the border. I'm really from that part of Mexico, also. And I hate that there's a fence, you know, running through it.

Arizona is really cool but I couldn't stay there for too long.

What really grabs me about living in Tucson is the color beige.

The Great Arizona Desert is full of the bleaching bones of people who waited for me to start something.

To a person who expects every desert to be barren sand dunes, the Sonoran must come as a surprise. Not only are there no dunes, there's no sand. At least not the sort of sand you find at the beach. The ground does have a sandy color to it, or gray, but your feet won't sink in. It's hard, as if it's been tamped. And pebbly. And glinting with -- what else -- mica.

The trip across Arizona is just one oasis after another. You can just throw anything out and it will grow there, I like Arizona.