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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 Bolano

Every hundred feet the world changes.
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Change Travel World
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
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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Climate Commitment Himself Poet Suicide
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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Curiosity End Fun Honesty Voice
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
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
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.
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Believe Frame Innocent Masterpiece Soul Work
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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Alive Death End Gradual Infinite
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
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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Death Passage Reality Tradition
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Artist Goodness Hide Job
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
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
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
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

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.

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