As for me, the grounds of my hope have always been that history is wilder than our imagination of it and that the unexpected shows up far more regularly than we ever dream.

Violence always seems to me the worst form of tyranny. It deprives people of their rights, including the right to live.

The new architecture and urban design of segregation could be called Calvinist: they reflect a desire to live in a world of predestination rather than chance, to strip the world of its wide-open possibilities and replace them with freedom of choice in the marketplace.

The power of large corporations is still a scourge on the earth, but at least the arguments supporting them are undermined now.

Eduardo Galeano notes that America was conquered, but not discovered, that the men who arrived with a religion to impose and dreams of gold never really knew where they were, and that this discovery is still taking place in our time.

I think that walking down the middle of the street with several thousand people who share your deepest beliefs is one of the best ways to take a walk.

...[Cabeza de Vaca] ceased to be lost not by returning but by turning into something else.