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Literature + Illness = Illness.

Roberto Bolano

The secret story is the one we’ll never know, although we’re living it from day to day, thinking we’re alive, thinking we’ve got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn’t matter.
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Known Live Oneself Secret Story Thinking
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
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
You run risks. That’s the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny’s whims.
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Plain Risk Run Subject Truth
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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Human Illusion Struggle Survive Swallow Time
Nothing is ever behind us.
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Pace Right Time
But every single damn thing matters! Only we don’t realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don’t realize that’s a lie.
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Art Lying Ourselves Realize
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Myself Return Traveling
We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Artist Goodness Hide Job
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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Book Death Philosophy Reading Stop
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
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
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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Body Bone Death Sorrow Yourself

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