Roberto Bolano Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Roberto Bolano
Roberto Bolano Famous Quotes & Sayings
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One of the inconveniences of stealing books - especially for a novice like myself - is that sometimes you have to take what you can get.
All names disappear. Children should be taught that in elementary school. But we're afraid to teach them.
Absolute beauty,
That which contains all the world's majesty and misery
And which is only visible to those who love.
That which contains all the world's majesty and misery
And which is only visible to those who love.
People see what they want to see and what people want to see never has anything to do with the truth.
He said that the only decent German philosopher was Lichtenberg, who was less a philosopher than the ultimate jokester and clown.
Write in the morning, revise in the afternoon, read at night, and spend the rest of your time exercising your diplomacy, stealth, and charm.
Which is to say, boys, that I saw our struggles and dreams all tangled up in the same failure, and that failure was called joy.
This story is very simple, although it could have been very complicated. Also, it's incomplete, because stories like this don't have an ending.
As you're well aware, this is a macho country full of faggots. The history of Mexico wouldn't make sense otherwise.
I've been cordially invited to join the visceral realists. I accepted, of course. There was no initiation ceremony. It was better that way.
To sum up, as Bibiano said, quoting Parra: that's how it goes, the glory of the world; no world, no glory, not even a miserable mortadella sandwich
68. By then all poets will live in artistic communities calls jails or asylums. 69. Our imaginary home, the home we share.
A person could be immensely happy reading only him or the writers he loved. But that would be too easy.
Once again reality has proved that no particular group has a monopoly over demagogy, dogmatism, and ignorance.
You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can't hold onto her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.
It's absurd to see an enchanted princess in every girl who walks by. What do you think you are, a troubadour?
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.
The University of Santa Teresa was like a cemetery that suddenly begins to think, in vain. It also was like an empty dance club.
I am being followed, I realized, with a blend of certitude and astonishment, like a soldier discovering that gangrene has taken hold of his leg.
There's a secret sickness called Lisa. Like all sicknesses, it's miserable and it comes on at night.
Silence hovers in the yards, leaving no pages with writing on them, that thing we'll later call the work.
Great physicists, great mathematicians, great chemists, and publishers knew that one was always feeling one's way in the dark.
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.
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths ...
Among them the nameless girl, with her guillotine mouth, strolling through the past and the future like a movie face.
They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him ...
In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
Life, or the specter of life, is constantly challenging us for acts we've never committed. And sometimes for acts we never even thought of committing.
Images,wounds. That is all he can see. And the images are dissolving little by little, like the setting sun, leaving only the wounds.
With every day that passes I am more convinced that the act of writing is a concious act of humility.
Life left us all where we were meant to be or where it was convenient to leave us and then forgot us, which is as it should be.
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I'd rather not talk about it, because I didn't understand it.
I have hope in children. In children and warriors. In children who fuck like children and warriors who fight like brave men.
Above the street, like a hanged man, swings the spot-lit sign of the neighborhood's best restaurant, closed a long time ago.
Mrs Dorothea's typewriter was like a heart, a giant heart beating in the middle of the fog and chaos.
Then they talked about freedom and evil, about the highways of freedom where evil is like a Ferrari.
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.