Only in chaos are we conceivable.
ROBERTO BOLANOOnly in chaos are we conceivable.
ROBERTO BOLANONo one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
ROBERTO BOLANOThe moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
ROBERTO BOLANOI realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn’t really happy.
ROBERTO BOLANOJesus 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.
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.
ROBERTO BOLANOWe’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
ROBERTO BOLANOThe American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
ROBERTO BOLANOThey could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.
ROBERTO BOLANOEvery hundred feet the world changes.
ROBERTO BOLANOIn some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
ROBERTO BOLANOWhen 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.
ROBERTO BOLANOIn the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
ROBERTO BOLANONothing is ever behind us.
ROBERTO BOLANOI’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).
ROBERTO BOLANODeath, 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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