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So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Ph : Henri Cartier-Bresson
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So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Ph : Henri Cartier-Bresson
The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Ph : Yiorgos Mavropoulos
For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Ph : Ruslan Lobanov
Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Ph : Bruno Dayan
If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.
– Roberto Bolaño – The Insufferable Gaucho
Ph : Settimio Benedusi
… struggle against that something, that something that terrifies us all, that something that cows us and spurs us on, amid blood and mortal wounds and stench.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Ph : Eric Kellerman
Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Ph : Eric Kellerman
The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
History, which is a simple whore, has no decisive moments but is a proliferation of instants, brief interludes that vie with one another in monstrousness.
– Roberto Bolaño – 2666
Ph : Ed Ross