No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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One should read Borges more.
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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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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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Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
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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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Then he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.
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The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
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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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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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As 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.
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