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

Roberto Bolano

You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Known Yourself
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
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.
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Dreams Fingers Thinking Touching
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
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
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
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
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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Climate Commitment Himself Poet Suicide
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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Himself Laughter Reading Sadness Study
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
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
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
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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Ability Goal Lost Potential Tiger

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

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