Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
ROBERTO BOLANOIf life is misery, why do we endure it?
ROBERTO BOLANOPoetry and prison have always been neighbors.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing is ever behind us.
ROBERTO BOLANOBright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
ROBERTO BOLANOSo 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOReading is more important than writing.
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.
ROBERTO BOLANOOnly in chaos are we conceivable.
ROBERTO BOLANOEvery hundred feet the world changes.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOBut 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOYou run risks. That’s the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny’s whims.
ROBERTO BOLANOIn the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
ROBERTO BOLANOThey could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.
ROBERTO BOLANODeath, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn’t clear, was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
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