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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

Roberto Bolano

The secret story is the one we’ll never know, although we’re living it from day to day, thinking we’re alive, thinking we’ve got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn’t matter.
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Known Live Oneself Secret Story Thinking
Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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Contamination Game Poetry
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
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
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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Dreams Fingers Thinking Touching
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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Climate Commitment Himself Poet Suicide
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Better Goodness Love Philosophy
You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Known Yourself
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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Art Lying Ourselves Realize
In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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Ability Goal Lost Potential Tiger
When you die of sorrow it’s as if you’ve broken all the bones in your body, bruised yourself all over, cracked your skull. That’s sorrow.
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Body Bone Death Sorrow Yourself
I 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.
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Feeling Happiness Myself Realize
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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Assume Lose Sea Water
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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Attention Hide Kill Oneself Pay Secret

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