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).
ROBERTO BOLANOI’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.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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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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The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
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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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For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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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.
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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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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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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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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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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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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We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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