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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.

Roberto Bolano

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
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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Children Grow Up Life Philosophy Stop Truth
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
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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Known Live Oneself Secret Story Thinking
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Better Goodness Love Philosophy
For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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Construction Knowledge Pleasure Reading Verbal
The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
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Constant Mirror Pain Poverty Voice Wealth
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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Alien Each Other Moments Place Sound
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
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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Body Bone Death Sorrow Yourself
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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Each Other Head Past Touch Universe
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World

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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