we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation. — Roberto Bolano Desperation Copy Share Image
“I thought you were dying, said Amalfitano. "No, I was dreaming," said Castillo.” — Roberto Bolaño Death Copy Share Image
“It was the tyrannical, slightly stupid thing you say after you've made love.” — Roberto Bolaño Love Copy Share Image
“You have to listen to women. You should never ignore a woman's fears.” — Roberto Bolaño Fear Copy Share Image
“As far as Aricimboldi was concerned, Isou was a 'Romanian fuck-stick.” — Roberto Bolaño Amor Copy Share Image
“This story is very simple, although it could have been very complicated. Also, it's incomplete, because stories like this don't have an… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“Life left us all where we were meant to be or where it was convenient to leave us and then forgot us,… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it. — Roberto Bolano Today Copy Share Image
“The University of Santa Teresa was like a cemetery that suddenly begins to think, in vain. It also was like an empty… — Roberto Bolaño Cemetery Copy Share Image
“book on Archimboldi, a book that might be the grand Archimboldian opus, the pilot fish that would swim for a long time… — Roberto Bolaño Books Copy Share Image
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths,… — Roberto Bolano Book Copy Share Image
“Maybe "warehouses" equals "mothers", a wide margin of error is permissible when you're dealing with super-impositions.” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“He turned his face into the stream of water and closed his eyes. I'm not as sad as I'd have thought, he… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“I dreamt that Earth was finished. And the only human being to contemplate the end was Franz Kafka. In heaven, the Titans… — Roberto Bolaño Central park Copy Share Image
“He also discovered that he was bitter and full of resentment, that he oozed resentment, and that he might easily kill someone,… — Roberto Bolaño Mind Copy Share Image
The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but… — Roberto Bolano Age Copy Share Image
“I began to tremble and he noticed. Why do I have to like the worst ones? I thought, why do I have… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“We play at believing ourselves imortal. We delude oursleves in the appraisal of our own works and in our perpetual misappraisal of… — Roberto Bolaño Faith Copy Share Image
The pain, or the memory of pain, that here was literally sucked away by something nameless until only a void was left.… — Roberto Bolano Emptiness Copy Share Image
“But in practice, neither believed in friendship or loyalty. They believed in passion, they believed in a hybrid form of social or… — Roberto Bolaño Capitalism Copy Share Image
“The style was strange. The writing was clear and sometimes even transparent, but the way the stories followed one after another didn’t… — Roberto Bolaño Children Copy Share Image
Of all the islands he'd visited, two stood out. The island of the past, he said, where the only time was past… — Roberto Bolano Bored Copy Share Image
“What a sad paradox, though Amalfitano. Now even bookish pharmacists are afraid to take on the great, imperfect, torrential works, books that… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“December 9: The Mexican literary mafia has nothing on the Mexican bookseller mafia. Bookstores visited: the Librería del Sótano, in a basement… — Roberto Bolaño Amor Copy Share Image
“The first conversation began awkwardly, although Espinoza had been expecting Pelletier's call, as if both men found it difficult to say what… — Roberto Bolaño American literature Copy Share Image
“He rode well. I'm a good horsewoman, but he was good as I was or maybe better, I don't know. At the… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“Espinoza experienced something similar, though slightly different in two respects. First, the need to be near Liz Norton struck some time before… — Roberto Bolaño Perfect woman Copy Share Image
“While he was waiting, leaning on the counter at a coffee place, he remembered the dream he'd had the night before about… — Roberto Bolaño Death Copy Share Image
“Not only to myself or before the mirror or at the hour of my death, which I hope will be long in… — Roberto Bolaño Death Copy Share Image
“Only great challenges make it worthwhile to pack up and move all one's books.” — Roberto Bolaño Worthwhile Copy Share Image
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears. — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him… — Roberto Bolano Books Copy Share Image
But every single damn thing matters! Only we don't realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life,… — Roberto Bolano Art Copy Share Image
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east. — Roberto Bolano Butterflies Copy Share Image
I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have… — Roberto Bolano Dream Copy Share Image
Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led. — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
