The Savage Detectives - pg. 153

That's what Arturo Belano was like, a stupid, conceited peacock. And visceral realism was his exhausting dance of love for me. The thing was, I didn't love him anymore. You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can't hold on to her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.

-- Laura Jáuregui, Tlalpan, Mexico City DF, May 1976