In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
ROBERTO BOLANOIf 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.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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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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I’d obviously never heard of the group, but my ignorance in literary matters is to blame for that (every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me).
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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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Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
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Reading is more important than writing.
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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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If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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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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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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Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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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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Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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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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