I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
ROBERTO BOLANOIf you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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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).
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Literature + Illness = Illness.
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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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One should read Borges more.
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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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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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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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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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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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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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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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The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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