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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.

Roberto Bolano

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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Children Grow Up Life Philosophy Stop Truth
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
Literature + Illness = Illness.
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Illness Literature
For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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Construction Knowledge Pleasure Reading Verbal
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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Human Illusion Struggle Survive Swallow Time
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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Each Other Head Past Touch Universe
Nothing is ever behind us.
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Pace Right Time
So 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.
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Curiosity End Fun Honesty Voice
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
If 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.
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Arrest Myself Retard Thinking
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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Attention Hide Kill Oneself Pay Secret
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Art Decision Point Truth
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
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
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

There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.

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