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 BOLANOOne should read Borges more.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Nothing is ever behind us.
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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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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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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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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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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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The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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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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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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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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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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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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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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