we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
ROBERTO BOLANOIn the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
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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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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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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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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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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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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.
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The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Nothing is ever behind us.
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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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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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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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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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