For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
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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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Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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You run risks. That’s the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny’s whims.
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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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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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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it’s so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.
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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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Death, 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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I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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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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