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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.

Roberto Bolano

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
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
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
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’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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Group Ignorance Myself Reading World
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
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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Curiosity End Fun Honesty Voice
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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Children Grow Up Life Philosophy Stop Truth
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
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
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
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
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
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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Feeling Happiness Myself Realize
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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Constant Mirror Pain Poverty Voice Wealth

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