“Her eyes like the ideal geography book: maps of pure nightmare. "The Ghost of Edna Lieberman” — Roberto Bolaño Book Copy Share Image
“...posterity was a vaudeville joke audible only to those with front-row seats...” — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
“What am I guilty of, then? Of having loved and continuing to love- no, not of loving: of longing.” — Roberto Bolaño Desire Copy Share Image
“The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?” — Roberto Bolaño Color Copy Share Image
“I think of all those who believed in a Latin American paradise and died in a Latin American hell.” — Roberto Bolaño Hell Copy Share Image
“God and chance belonged to art, eternity and labyrinths to science.” — Roberto Bolaño Art 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
“Maybe "warehouses" equals "mothers", a wide margin of error is permissible when you're dealing with super-impositions.” — Roberto Bolaño 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
“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
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
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
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
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east. — Roberto Bolano Butterflies Copy Share Image
“I don't know what I'm doing in Santa Teresa," Amalfitano said to himself after he'd been living in the city for a… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“Morini read the letter three times. With a heavy heart, he thought how wrong Norton was when she said her love and… — Roberto Bolaño Heavy heart Copy Share Image
“but inside she could feel herself starting to scream, or rather, she could feel, and see, the diving line between not-screaming and… — Roberto Bolaño Heart Copy Share Image
“I possessed only a book, which I carried in my small backpack. Suddenly, while I was walking, the book began to burn.… — Roberto Bolaño Books Copy Share Image
“A rather small statue of Ernesto Cardenal shall stand in a Nicaraguan square in the year 2018. But all statues tumble eventually,… — Roberto Bolaño Divine intervention Copy Share Image
“Amalfitano remembered a time when he believed that nothing happened by chance, everything happened for some reason, but when was that time?… — Roberto Bolaño Time Copy Share Image
“La literatura se parece mucho a la pelea de los samuráis, pero un samurái no pelea contra otro samurái: pelea contra un… — Roberto Bolaño Amor 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 am told that César Aira writes two books a year, at least, some of which are published by a little Argentinean… — Roberto Bolaño Books Copy Share Image
“Old and alone, thought Pelletier. Just one of thousands of old men on their own. Like the machine célibataire. Like the bachelor… — Roberto Bolaño Computers Copy Share Image
“I paid the taxi driver, got out with my suitcase, surveyed my surroundings, and just as I was turning to ask the… — Roberto Bolaño Alone Copy Share Image
“For a while, Criticism travels side by side with the Work, then Criticism vanishes and it's the Readers who keep pace. The… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“The heart of the matter is whether knowing evil (or sin or crime or whatever you want to call it) is random… — Roberto Bolaño Destiny Copy Share Image
“I saw the way my eyes looked then, saw them with the eyes I have now, and I heard my cry once… — Roberto Bolaño Fondness 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
“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
