The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
ROBERTO BOLANOLiterature + Illness = Illness.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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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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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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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people’s ideas, like listening to music, like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.
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Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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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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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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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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For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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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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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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