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They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.

Roberto Bolano

we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
The secret story is the one we’ll never know, although we’re living it from day to day, thinking we’re alive, thinking we’ve got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn’t matter.
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Known Live Oneself Secret Story Thinking
Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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Contamination Game Poetry
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
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Arrogance Disrespect Ego Yourself
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
I’d obviously never heard of the group, but my ignorance in literary matters is to blame for that (every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me).
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Group Ignorance Myself Reading World
For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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Construction Knowledge Pleasure Reading Verbal
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don’t have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.
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Dreams Fingers Thinking Touching

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.

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