There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
ROBERTO BOLANOBright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
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The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
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I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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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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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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In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
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So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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You run risks. That’s the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny’s whims.
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