If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
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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The secret story is the one we’ll never know, although we’re living it from day to day, thinking we’re alive, thinking we’ve got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn’t matter.
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We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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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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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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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people’s ideas, like listening to music, like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.
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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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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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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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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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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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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 American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
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