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I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.

Roberto Bolano

When people read his books they have an uncontrollable desire to hang the author in the town square. I can’t think of a higher honor for a writer.
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Book Control Desire Myself People Reading Writing
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
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
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
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
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
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
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Arrogance Disrespect Ego Yourself
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Art Decision Point Truth
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
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
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
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
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
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time

I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.

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