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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

Roberto Bolano

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World
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
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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Art Lying Ourselves Realize
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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Dreams Fingers Thinking Touching
Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
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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Alive Death End Gradual Infinite
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Better Goodness Love Philosophy
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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Believe Frame Innocent Masterpiece Soul Work
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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Alone Company Honesty Myself Strong Truth
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset

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