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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.

Roberto Bolano

we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
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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Alive Death End Gradual Infinite
Nothing is ever behind us.
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Pace Right Time
Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn’t clear, was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
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Death Passage Reality Tradition
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
Reading 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.
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Friendship People Prayer Reading Thinking View Walk
We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Artist Goodness Hide Job
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
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Known Yourself
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
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.
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Each Other Head Past Touch Universe
We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
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Book Death Philosophy Reading Stop
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 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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