And because love, real love, is not so easily shed.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

...and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada.

Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own.

Literature is less involved in giving you answers and more dedicated to giving you insight.

I sat down next to her. Took her hand. This can work, I said. All we have to do is try.

Mexico City is the center of art and culture and politics and has been and continues to be for Latin America in a way that I think really called to me as an artistic person, as someone that was interested in the politics of Latin America, you know. God, every single famous person in Latin American history and art and politics seems to have found their way to Mexico City.