The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
ROBERTO BOLANOMetaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
More Roberto Bolano Quotes
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we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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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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One should read Borges more.
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Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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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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Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
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Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.
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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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If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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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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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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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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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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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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