Some excerpts from the brilliant Latin American writer, Carlos Fuentes’ publication, This I believe.

• Eventually I realized that knowing how to be together without saying a word was, ultimately, a superior level of friendship. It was respect. It was reverence.
• I am concerned about the barbaric stance of preventive war. I am concerned by the diversion of fight against terrorism to the selective overthrowing of tyrants if they happen to sit on barrels of oil.
• “Pay attention,” she says, “or you will not have the right to love me and be loved by me.”
• We remain decrepit, ruined prisoners of the last great revolution, which was Romanticism.