I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
ROBERTO BOLANOReading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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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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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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When you die of sorrow it’s as if you’ve broken all the bones in your body, bruised yourself all over, cracked your skull. That’s sorrow.
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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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Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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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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We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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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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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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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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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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Reading is more important than writing.
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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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For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.
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