If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
ROBERTO BOLANOFor 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.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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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.
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I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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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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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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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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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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As time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.
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One should read Borges more.
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We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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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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Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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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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