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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.
Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.
But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself,into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously.
Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.
As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (...) You don't pick out the rain that soaks you to the skin when you come out of a concert.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.
After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
