Of what is lost, irretrievably lost, all I wish to recover is the daily availability of my writing, lines capable of grasping me by the hair and lifting me up when I'm at the end of my strength. (Significant, said the foreigner.) Odes to the human and the divine. Let my writing be like the verses of by Leopardi that Daniel Biga recited on a Nordic bridge to gird himself with courage.
Roberto BolanoWe all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it's so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.
Roberto BolanoDeath, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
Roberto BolanoDrink up, boys, drink up and donโt worry, if we finish this bottle weโll go down and buy another one. Of course, it wonโt be the same as the one weโve got now, but itโll still be better than nothing. Ah, what a shame they donโt make Los Suicidas mezcal anymore, what a shame that time pases, donโt you think? what a shame that we die, and get old, and everything good goes galloping away from us.
Roberto Bolano