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If life is misery, why do we endure it?

Roberto Bolano

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
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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Myself Return Traveling
Reading is more important than writing.
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Important Reading Writing
You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
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Known Yourself
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
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
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn’t really happy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself Realize
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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Human Illusion Struggle Survive Swallow Time
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World
Literature + Illness = Illness.
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Illness Literature
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
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Color Dance Night
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

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