Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
ROBERTO BOLANOwe interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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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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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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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 + Illness = Illness.
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Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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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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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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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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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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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 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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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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