Roberto Bolano Quotes

“Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better”
― Roberto Bolaño, Amulet

“Reading is never a waste of time.”
― Roberto Bolaño, 2666

“One is prepared for friendship, not for friends.”
― Roberto Bolano, Between Parentheses: Essays, Articles, and Speeches, 1998-2003

“La gloria o el mérito de ciertos hombres consiste en escribir bien; el de otros consiste en no escribir.”
― Jean de La Bruyère

“If you add infinity to infinity, you get infinity. If you mix the sublime and the creepy, what you end up with is creepy. Right?”
― Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives

“The root of all my ills, thought Amalfitano sometimes, is my admiration for Jews, homosexuals, and revolutionaries (true revo-lutionaries, the romantics and the dangerous madmen, not the apparatchiks of the Communist Party of Chile or its despicable thugs, those hideous gray beings. The root of all my ills, he thought, is my admiration for a certain kind of junkie (not the poet junkie or the artist junkie but the straight-up junkie, the kind you rarely come across, the kind who almost literally gnaws at himself, the kind like a black hole or a black eye, with no hands or legs, a black eye that never opens or closes, the Lost Witness of the Tribe, the kind who seems to cling to drugs in the same way that drugs cling to him. The root of all my ills is my admiration for delinquents, whores, the mentally disturbed, said Amalfitano to himself with bitterness. When I was an adolescent I wanted to be a Jew, a Bol-shevik, black, homosexual, a junkie, half-crazy, and the crowning touch- a one-armed amputee, but all I became was a literature professor. At least, thought Amalfitano, I've read thousands of books. At least I've become acquainted with the Poets and read the Novels. (The Poets, in Amalfitano's view, were those beings who flashed like lightning bolts, and the Novels were the stories that sprang from Don Quixote). At least I've read. At least I can still read, he said to himself, at once dubious and hopeful.”
― Roberto Bolaño, Woes of the True Policeman

“Coincidence or a trick of fate (Amalfitano remembered a time when he believed that nothing happened by chance, everything happened for some reason, but when was that time? he couldn't remember, all he could remember was that at some point this was what he believed), something that must hold some meaning, some larger truth, a sign of the terrible state of grace in which Padilla found himself, an emergency exit overlooked until now, or a message intended specifically for Amalfitano, a message perhaps signaling that he should have faith, that things that seemed to have come to a halt were still in motion, things that seemed like ruined statues were mending themselves and recovering.”
― Roberto Bolaño, Woes of the True Policeman