For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged… — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
“I thought you were dying, said Amalfitano. "No, I was dreaming," said Castillo.” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“Which is to say, boys, that I saw our struggles and dreams all tangled up in the same failure, and that failure… — Roberto Bolaño 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 Copy Share Image
“He dreamed that he and Elvira Campos lived together in a cabin in the mountains. The cabin didn't have electricity or running… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
I steal into their dreams," he said. "I steal into their most shameful thoughts, I'm in every shiver, every spasm of their… — Roberto Bolano 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 Copy Share Image
“Our necessity. Our open mouth Where bread Goes in And dreams Come out.” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight. — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
“The strangest part of the dream,' said Pelletier, 'was the water was alive.” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“For Padilla the shared act of smoking was basically a staging of loneliness: the tough guys, the talkers, the quick to forget… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“One night I dreamed of an angel: I walked into a huge, empty bar and saw him sitting in a corner with… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“...the borders he respected were the borders of dreams, the misty borders of love and indifference, the borders of courage and fear,… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“I'm an educated man: the prisons I know are subtle ones. And of course poetry and prison have always been neighbors. And… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“Brief like beauty, Absolute beauty, That which contains all the world's majesty and misery And which is only visible to those who love.” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“There are books for when you’re bored. Plenty of them. There are books for when you’re calm. The best kind, in my opinion. There… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“I try to find the books that I lost or forgot more than 30 years ago on another continent, with the hope and dedication… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“In a word, and bluntly: as they walked around Sankt Pauli, it came to Pelletier and Espinoza that the search for Archimboldi could never… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better — Roberto Bolano 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 beside the… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears. — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
“The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“The fourth dimension, he liked to say, encompasses the three dimensions and consequently puts them in their place, that is, it obliterates the dictatorship… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
