Nothing is ever behind us.
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.
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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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If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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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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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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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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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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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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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Literature + Illness = Illness.
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If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
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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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Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don’t have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.
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