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,… — Roberto Bolano 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 and bitterness of those who search for their first lost books, books that if found I wouldn't read anyway, because I've already read them over and over, but that I would look at and touch just… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share
“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
