If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
ROBERTO BOLANO
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.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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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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I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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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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They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.
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You run risks. That’s the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny’s whims.
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The 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.
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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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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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The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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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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Nothing is ever behind us.
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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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