we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation. — Roberto Bolano Desperation Copy Share Image
In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats — Roberto Bolano Cat Copy Share Image
“As far as Aricimboldi was concerned, Isou was a 'Romanian fuck-stick.” — Roberto Bolaño Amor Copy Share Image
“You have to listen to women. You should never ignore a woman's fears.” — Roberto Bolaño Fear Copy Share Image
“I thought you were dying, said Amalfitano. "No, I was dreaming," said Castillo.” — Roberto Bolaño Death Copy Share Image
“Besides Archimboldi, there was one thing Morini, Pelletier, and Espinoza had in common. All three had iron wills. Actually, they had one… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“There must be many books, many lovely pines, to shield from hungry eyes the book that really matters, the wretched cave of… — Roberto Bolaño Book Copy Share Image
“No one knew what she was doing in Colonia Hidalgo, although it was most likely, according to the police, that she'd been… — Roberto Bolaño Chance Copy Share Image
“This story is very simple, although it could have been very complicated. Also, it's incomplete, because stories like this don't have an… — 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 Dream 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
“He also discovered that he was bitter and full of resentment, that he oozed resentment, and that he might easily kill someone,… — Roberto Bolaño Mind Copy Share Image
The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but… — Roberto Bolano Age Copy Share Image
“Louis-Ferdinand Céline, a great writer and son of a bitch. Just an abject human being. It’s incredible that the coldest moments of… — Roberto Bolaño Abject Copy Share Image
It's strange how things happen, Mauricio Silva, known as the Eye, always tried to escape from violence even at the risk of… — Roberto Bolano America Copy Share Image
“I dreamt that Earth was finished. And the only human being to contemplate the end was Franz Kafka. In heaven, the Titans… — Roberto Bolaño Central park Copy Share Image
Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the… — Roberto Bolano Books Copy Share Image
“When they turned, Pelletier and Espinoza saw an older woman in a white blouse and black skirt, a woman with a figure… — Roberto Bolaño Beauty Copy Share Image
“I don’t have much time, I have to haul corpses. I don’t have much time, I have to breath, eat, drink, sleep.… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“They talked about what they’d felt as they rained blows on the fallen body. A combination of sleepiness and sexual desire. Desire… — Roberto Bolaño Empty hands Copy Share Image
“What a sad paradox, though Amalfitano. Now even bookish pharmacists are afraid to take on the great, imperfect, torrential works, books that… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“He rode well. I'm a good horsewoman, but he was good as I was or maybe better, I don't know. At the… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“Espinoza experienced something similar, though slightly different in two respects. First, the need to be near Liz Norton struck some time before… — Roberto Bolaño Perfect woman 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
“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
“And yet your shadow isn't following you anymore. At some point your shadow has quietly slipped away. You pretend you don't notice,… — Roberto Bolaño Shadow Copy Share Image
“Without turning, the pharmacist answered that he liked books like The Metamorphosis, Bartleby, A Simple Heart, A Christmas Carol. And then he… — Roberto Bolano Books Copy Share Image
“It was the tyrannical, slightly stupid thing you say after you've made love.” — Roberto Bolaño Love Copy Share Image
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears. — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
“Only great challenges make it worthwhile to pack up and move all one's books.” — Roberto Bolaño Worthwhile 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
“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
“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
“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
