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.
ROBERTO BOLANOI’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).
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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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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Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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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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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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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.
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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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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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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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One should read Borges more.
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Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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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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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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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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