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Roberto Bolano

We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Artist Goodness Hide Job
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
Being 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.
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Alone Company Honesty Myself Strong Truth
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
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.
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Body Bone Death Sorrow Yourself
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
The 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.
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Known Live Oneself Secret Story Thinking
Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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Assume Lose Sea Water
We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
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Book Death Philosophy Reading Stop
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
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
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Art Decision Point Truth
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
But 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.
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Art Lying Ourselves Realize
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
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
When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Myself Return Traveling
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
I’d obviously never heard of the group, but my ignorance in literary matters is to blame for that (every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me).
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Group Ignorance Myself Reading World
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
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
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Constant Mirror Pain Poverty Voice Wealth
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
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

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