Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.
ROBERTO BOLANOWe 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 never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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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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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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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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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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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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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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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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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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