Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it. Roberto Bolano More Quotes by Roberto Bolano More Quotes From Roberto Bolano Every hundred feet the world changes Roberto Bolano feet inspirational travel 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-then alive ends 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 gestures law doe The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune. Roberto Bolano alive fortune world 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 summer dream sleep The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible. Roberto Bolano moon air night 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 squares book thinking Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight. Roberto Bolano light dream morning 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 eye simple believe Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game. Roberto Bolano poetry-is poetry games we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation. Roberto Bolano desperation moments You have to know how to look even if you don't know what you're looking for. Roberto Bolano know-how knows looks Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions. Roberto Bolano sadness alive reading 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 mushrooms flower lakes In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet. Roberto Bolano climate political suicide Nothing is ever behind us. Roberto Bolano behinds past 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 reading beach thinking 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 honesty cheer fun No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them. Roberto Bolano secret attention world 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 stronger honest comfort
