Of what is lost, irretrievably lost, all I wish to recover is the daily availability of my writing, lines capable of grasping… — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
That's a pretty story,' said Afanasievna as she let go of Ansky's genitals. 'A pity I'm too old and have seen to… — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it's… — Roberto Bolano 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
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 Copy Share Image
The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails… — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet. — 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… — 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
