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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 Bolano

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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Friendship People Prayer Reading Thinking View Walk
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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Body Bone Death Sorrow Yourself
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
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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Group Ignorance Myself Reading World
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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Contamination Game Poetry
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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Death Passage Reality Tradition
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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Book Death Philosophy Reading Stop
Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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Assume Lose Sea Water
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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Curiosity End Fun Honesty Voice
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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Known Live Oneself Secret Story Thinking
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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Happiness Knowledge Pleasure Question Reading
We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it’s so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.
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Alive Death End Gradual Infinite
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity

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.

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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.

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