Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me. Roberto Bolano More Quotes by Roberto Bolano More Quotes From Roberto Bolano There's no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California. Roberto Bolano california girl college Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better Roberto Bolano something-better love-is 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. Roberto Bolano relax nerves and-love 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. Roberto Bolano village touching past Even on the poorest streets people could be heard laughing. Some of these streets were completely dark, like black holes, and the laughter that came from who knows where was the only sign, the only beacon that kept residents and strangers from getting lost. Roberto Bolano laughter dark laughing Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears. Roberto Bolano sweat rain blood The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower. Roberto Bolano sunset flower sky Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east. Roberto Bolano sunset butterfly night The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life. Roberto Bolano veins age children Of all the islands he'd visited, two stood out. The island of the past, he said, where the only time was past time and the inhabitants were bored and more or less happy, but where the weight of illusion was so great that the island sank a little deeper into the river every day. And the island of the future, where the only time was the future, and the inhabitants were planners and strivers, such strivers, said Ulises, that they were likely to end up devouring one another. Roberto Bolano rivers two past 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. Roberto Bolano cracks struggle years 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. Roberto Bolano touching dream night 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. Roberto Bolano running lying art Literature + Illness = Illness Roberto Bolano hipster illness literature Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it. Roberto Bolano happened ifs today We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain. Roberto Bolano reading ends book If you're going to say what you want to say, you're going to hear what you don't want to hear. Roberto Bolano what-you-want expectations want One should read Borges more. Roberto Bolano borges should The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter. Roberto Bolano secret stories thinking We're artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don't we? Roberto Bolano good-job artist jobs
