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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.

Roberto Bolano

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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Alone Company Honesty Myself Strong Truth
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Art Decision Point Truth
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
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
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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Feeling Happiness Myself Realize
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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Attention Hide Kill Oneself Pay Secret
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
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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Death Passage Reality Tradition
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World
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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Plain Risk Run Subject Truth
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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Arrest Myself Retard Thinking
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
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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Art Lying Ourselves Realize
Literature + Illness = Illness.
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Illness Literature

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