They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him.
Roberto BolanoLiterature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wildflowers.
Roberto Bolano