The first person to name that movement "Magical Realism," to give a label to that, was Alejo Carpentier...he abandoned the surrealists and searched in our roots, in our history, in our legends, in our folklore. He was the first one to label it. And it was wonderful because it was like giving permission to other writers to finally use their own voices. Because before that our writers were always trying to imitate Europeans, or North Americans, and were denying all our Indian background, our African influence, our own languages, and legends, and myths. This was just an open door for all that. I think that was the beginning of the Boom. That really gave a lot of people permission to do anything. But it's not a literary device, it's part of our life. The magic is still there. Because magic, in my case, stands for emotions...Maybe we deal with them in different forms, but we all feel them in the same way (1990)

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And what is my definition of feminism? It is not what we have between our legs but what we have between our ears. It’s a philosophical posture and an uprising against male authority. It’s a way of understanding human relations and a way to see the world. It’s a commitment to justice and a struggle for the emancipation of women, the LGBTQIA+ community, anyone oppressed by the system, including some men, and all others who want to join. Welcome! The greater our number the better.

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¿Que hay al otro lado de la vida?¿Es solo noche silenciosa y soledad?
¿Que queda cuando no hay deseos, recuerdos ni esperanzas?
¿Que hay en la muerte? Si pudiera permanecer inmovil, sin hablar ni pensar, sin suplicar, sin llorar, recordar o esperar, si pudiera sumergirme en el silencio mas completo, tal vez entonces pudiera oirte, hija.

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ماذا هناك في الجانب الآخر من الحياة؟ أهو ليل صامت ووحدة فقط؟ ما الذي يبقى عندما لا تكون ثمة رغبات ولا ذكريات ولا آمال؟ ماذا يوجد في الموت؟ لو أنني اتطيع البقاء جامدة، دون كلام، دون تفكير، دون توسل يمكنني عندئذ أن أسمعك يا ابنتي.

The only cure for so much misfortune is love. It’s not the force of gravity that keeps the universe in balance, but the binding power of love.

La vida no es una foto, en que uno ordena las cosas para que se vean bien y luego fija la imagen para la posteridad; es un proceso sucio, desordenado, rápido, lleno de imprevistos. Lo único seguro es que todo cambia.

Simple María believed in love. That was what made her a living legend. All her neighbors came to her funeral, even the police and the blind man from the kiosk who almost never abandoned his business. Calle República was vacated and, as a sign of mourning, black ribbons hung from balconies and the red lights turned off in the houses. Every person has his or her story, and in this barrio they were almost always sad, stories of poverty and accumulated injustice, of every form of violence, of children dead before term and lovers who had run away, but María's story was different; it had a glow of elegance that gave wing to the imagination. (beginning of "Simple María")

you will find elements of magic realism in literature from all over the world—not just in Latin America. You will find it in Scandinavian sagas, in African poetry, in Indian literature written in English, in American literature written by ethnic minorities. Writers like Salman Rushdie, Toni Morrison, Barbara Kingsolver, and Alice Hoffman all use this style.

Todos nacemos felices. Por el camino se nos ensucia la vida, pero podemos limpiarla. La felicidad no es exuberante ni bulliciosa, como el placer o la alegría. Es silenciosa, tranquila, suave, es un estado interno de satisfacción que empieza por amarse a sí mismo.