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.
ROBERTO BOLANOFor 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOI 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.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing is ever behind us.
ROBERTO BOLANOWhen people read his books they have an uncontrollable desire to hang the author in the town square. I can’t think of a higher honor for a writer.
ROBERTO BOLANOWe never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
ROBERTO BOLANOI’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
ROBERTO BOLANOYou have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
ROBERTO BOLANOI 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 BOLANOPoetry and prison have always been neighbors.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
ROBERTO BOLANOwe interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
ROBERTO BOLANOLiterature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
ROBERTO BOLANOAs time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
ROBERTO BOLANOSo everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.
ROBERTO BOLANO