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

Roberto Bolano

One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
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Children Grow Up Life Philosophy Stop Truth
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
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
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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Book Control Desire Myself People Reading Writing
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
If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
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Arrogance Disrespect Ego Yourself
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
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
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Artist Goodness Hide Job
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
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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Believe Frame Innocent Masterpiece Soul Work

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