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.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Reading is more important than writing.
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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn’t really happy.
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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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Then he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.
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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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Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn’t clear, was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
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You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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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.
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The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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