If life is misery, why do we endure it?
ROBERTO BOLANOEvery book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats
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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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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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One should read Borges more.
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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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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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Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.
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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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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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In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
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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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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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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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Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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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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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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Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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But every single damn thing matters! Only we don’t realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don’t realize that’s a lie.
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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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Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
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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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Nothing is ever behind us.
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