The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
ROBERTO BOLANOFor 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.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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One should read Borges more.
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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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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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If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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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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In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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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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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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For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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As time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.
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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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