Jesus 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 BOLANOEvery book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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Then he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.
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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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You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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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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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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If 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.
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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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Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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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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For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
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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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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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Literature + Illness = Illness.
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