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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.

Roberto Bolano

When people read his books they have an uncontrollable desire to hang the author in the town square. I can’t think of a higher honor for a writer.
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Book Control Desire Myself People Reading Writing
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning
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
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
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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Constant Mirror Pain Poverty Voice Wealth
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
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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Approach Edge Friendship Love Nerve
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
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
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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Alone Company Honesty Myself Strong Truth
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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Flower Sky Sunset
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
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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Better Goodness Love Philosophy
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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Dreams Fingers Thinking Touching
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
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

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