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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.

Roberto Bolano

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
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
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
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
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
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
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
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
You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Known Yourself
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
Nothing is ever behind us.
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Pace Right Time
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
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning
Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people’s ideas, like listening to music, like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.
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Friendship People Prayer Reading Thinking View Walk

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.

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