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If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.

Roberto Bolano

We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Artist Goodness Hide Job
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World
Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
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Happiness Knowledge Pleasure Question Reading
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
If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
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Arrest Myself Retard Thinking
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
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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Alive Death End Gradual Infinite
When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Myself Return Traveling
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
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
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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Alien Each Other Moments Place Sound
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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Approach Edge Friendship Love Nerve

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