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).
ROBERTO BOLANOFor her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
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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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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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I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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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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Nothing is ever behind us.
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Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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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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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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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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When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.
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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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Every hundred feet the world changes.
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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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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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