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.
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.
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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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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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The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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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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No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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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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One should read Borges more.
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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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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Nothing is ever behind us.
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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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We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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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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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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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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I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.
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Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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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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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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