A country that does not know how to read and write is easy to deceive.

The stars drew light across the night sky in that little mountain village, and the silence and the cold made the darkness vanish away. It was - I don't know how to explain it - as if everything solid melted away into the ether, eliminating all individualtiy and absorbing us, rigid, into the immense darkness. Not a single cloud to lend perspective to the space blocked any portion of the starry sky.

Democracy is not compatible with financial oligarchy, with discrimination against Blacks and outrages by the Ku Klux Klan.

Once again I feel beneath my heels the ribs of Rocinante. Once more, I'm on the road with my shield on my arm.

I am not Christ or a philanthropist, old lady, I am all the contrary of a Christ.

Mexicans are a band of illiterate Indians.

I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.