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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).

Roberto Bolano

The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
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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Alien Each Other Moments Place Sound
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Better Goodness Love Philosophy
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Art Decision Point Truth
If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
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Arrogance Disrespect Ego Yourself
In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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Ability Goal Lost Potential Tiger
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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Constant Mirror Pain Poverty Voice Wealth
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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Dreams Fingers Thinking Touching
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
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
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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Body Bone Death Sorrow Yourself
For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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Construction Knowledge Pleasure Reading Verbal
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Myself Return Traveling
Literature + Illness = Illness.
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Illness Literature

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