“…my books are derived from city images, and the city of my dreams or nightmares is Mexico City. (The Art of Fiction, No. 68. The Paris Review, No. 82, Winter 1981.)” — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share Image
No, it's not that they're bad. It's that they're obliged to pretend they're good. They've been brought up to deceive and be cunning, to… — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share Image
Contrary to the macho culture of Mexico, both my grandmothers were very brave young widows. I was always very close to these hard-working, intelligent… — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share Image
The contract between the author and the reader is a game. And the game . . . is one of the greatest invetions of Western civilization: the game of telling stories, inventing characters, and creating the imaginary paradise of the individual, from whence no one can be expelled because, in a novel, no one owns the truth and everyone has… — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share
Love can isolate us from everything around us. But in its absence, we can be filled with the fear that something comparable exists. — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share Image
“Because it’s a fucking disaster to be creative when you know you’re not Mozart or Keats. Dammit, I got tired of scratching around in my past. There’s nothing in me to justify the pretension of creativity. This came before anything, before you, before Raquel, this is a matter of my own emptiness, my awareness of my own limits, maybe my… — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share
In the name of certainty, the greatest crimes have been committed against humanity. — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share Image
Mexico is a very complex, mysterious country. I will never understand it fully, and that's why I write so much about it, in order… — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share Image
“You will have given another moment to the moment you are living and to the moments you are going to live; you have perverted… — Carlos Fuentes Copy Share Image
