Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
ROBERTO BOLANOWe 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.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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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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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn’t really happy.
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Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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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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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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They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.
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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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The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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