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.
ROBERTO BOLANOWhen 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOMetaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
ROBERTO BOLANOWe never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
ROBERTO BOLANOBeing alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.
ROBERTO BOLANOI’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing is ever behind us.
ROBERTO BOLANOFor 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOBut 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.
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 BOLANOI’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.
ROBERTO BOLANOIn the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
ROBERTO BOLANOI decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
ROBERTO BOLANOFor her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
ROBERTO BOLANOWhen I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
ROBERTO BOLANONo one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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