“Nothing lasts, the purely loving gestures of children tumble into the void.” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“What am I guilty of, then? Of having loved and continuing to love- no, not of loving: of longing.” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
“I'd love her until the end of time, he thought. An hour later he'd already forgotten the matter completely.” — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“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
“Brief like beauty, Absolute beauty, That which contains all the world's majesty and misery And which is only visible to those who… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
I'll tell you, my friends: it's all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of… — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
“Marchand dreams that in one magical and endless night the rejected manuscripts make love every way possible with his abandoned manuscript: they… — 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
“It was the tyrannical, slightly stupid thing you say after you've made love.” — 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
“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
