Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
ROBERTO BOLANOBright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
ROBERTO BOLANOIf I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
ROBERTO BOLANODreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOOnly in chaos are we conceivable.
ROBERTO BOLANOIf you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
ROBERTO BOLANONo one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
ROBERTO BOLANOThey could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.
ROBERTO BOLANOSo 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOJesus 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOOne should read Borges more.
ROBERTO BOLANOReading 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.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
ROBERTO BOLANOAs 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOWhen 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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