I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
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More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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But every single damn thing matters! Only we don’t realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don’t realize that’s a lie.
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Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
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Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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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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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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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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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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Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.
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We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it’s so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.
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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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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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If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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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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The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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