Then he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.
ROBERTO BOLANOThen he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.
ROBERTO BOLANODeath, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn’t clear, was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
ROBERTO BOLANOIf life is misery, why do we endure it?
ROBERTO BOLANOIn some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
ROBERTO BOLANOReading is more important than writing.
ROBERTO BOLANOReading 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
ROBERTO BOLANOOnly in chaos are we conceivable.
ROBERTO BOLANOLiterature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
ROBERTO BOLANOWe never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
ROBERTO BOLANOFor her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
ROBERTO BOLANOThey could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
ROBERTO BOLANOBeing 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOI decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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