Of all the islands he'd visited, two stood out. The island of the past, he said, where the only time was past time and the inhabitants were bored and more or less happy, but where the weight of illusion was so great that the island sank a little deeper into the river every day. And the island of the future, where the only time was the future, and the inhabitants were planners and strivers, such strivers, said Ulises, that they were likely to end up devouring one another.
Roberto BolanoDeath, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
Roberto BolanoPoetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game.
Roberto Bolano