If life is misery, why do we endure it?
ROBERTO BOLANOThen 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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Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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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 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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Reading is more important than writing.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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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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Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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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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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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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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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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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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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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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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As time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.
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