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. Roberto Bolano More Quotes by Roberto Bolano More Quotes From Roberto Bolano Every hundred feet the world changes Roberto Bolano feetinspirationaltravel 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. Roberto Bolano now-and-thenaliveends Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don't know what they are. Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion. Roberto Bolano gestureslawdoe The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune. Roberto Bolano alivefortuneworld I steal into their dreams," he said. "I steal into their most shameful thoughts, I'm in every shiver, every spasm of their souls, I steal into their hearts, I scrutinize their most fundamental beliefs, I scan their irrational impulses, their unspeakable emotions, I sleep in their lungs during the summer and their muscles during the winter, and all of this I do without the least effort, without intending to, without asking or seeking it out, without constraints, driven only by love and devotion. Roberto Bolano summerdreamsleep The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible. Roberto Bolano moonairnight 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. Roberto Bolano squaresbookthinking Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight. Roberto Bolano lightdreammorning What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or at least pretend to be in front of others, and how twisted we are deep down. How paltry we are and how spectacularly we contort ourselves before our own eyes, and the eyes of others...And all for what? To hide what? To make people believe what? Roberto Bolano eyesimplebelieve Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game. Roberto Bolano poetry-ispoetrygames we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation. Roberto Bolano desperationmoments You have to know how to look even if you don't know what you're looking for. Roberto Bolano know-howknowslooks Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions. Roberto Bolano sadnessalivereading Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wildflowers. Roberto Bolano mushroomsflowerlakes In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet. Roberto Bolano climatepoliticalsuicide Nothing is ever behind us. Roberto Bolano behindspast 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. Roberto Bolano readingbeachthinking 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. Roberto Bolano honestycheerfun No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them. Roberto Bolano secretattentionworld 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. Roberto Bolano strongerhonestcomfort
