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.
ROBERTO BOLANOI decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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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 world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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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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One should read Borges more.
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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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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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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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Nothing is ever behind us.
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