No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
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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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But every single damn thing matters! Only we don’t realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don’t realize that’s a lie.
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When 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.
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Literature + Illness = Illness.
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The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.
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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
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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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For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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