Writers in Latin America live in a reality that is extraordinarily demanding. Surprisingly, our answer to these demands protects and develops our individuality. I feel I am not alone in trying to give their voice to those who don't have… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
“Algún día que venga ya no me va a encontrar se topará nomas con el puro viento. Llegará ese día y cuando llegue, no… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
I believe that everything is political, and as such it should concern all of us. Authors who claim they don't deal with politics in… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
“Lilus shivers between two humid sheets. She doesn't know why she's sick. The illness surged without warning, traitorous, like a great wave of solitude. Health is an easily lost object:"But I had it in my hand, only a little while ago I saw it." That is how her illness was:"But only yesterday I was running on the stairway." Lilus's illness… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share
“Hoy no quiero ser dulce, tranquila, decente, sumisa, comprensiva, resignada, las cualidades que siempre ponderan los amigos. Tampoco quiero ser maternal; Diego no es… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
“¿Cómo vamos a traer a un niño a este mundo inhumano?... En un mundo absurdo, inhumano y cruel... traer a un hijo era equivalente… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
“It torments you to know you were misunderstood, to not have risked yourself, and to wait.” — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
Writers in Latin America live in a reality that is extraordinarily demanding. Surprisingly, our answer to these demands protects and develops our individuality. I… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
“but she won’t let him finish his scolding; she’ll throw her arms of water around his neck; she will show him her necklaces of… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
“but just as you become impregnated with someone, even after that someone is gone, that is how Lilus remained” — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
“De pronto la miro y ya no está. Vuelvo a mirarla, la define su ausencia. Ha ido a unirse a lago que le da… — Elena Poniatowska Copy Share Image
