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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?
We no longer believe because it is absurd: it is absurd because we must believe.
I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.
The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.
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.
Of all our feelings the only one which really doesn't belong to us is hope. Hope belongs to life, it's life itself defending itself. Etcetera.
She would smile and show no surprise, convinced as she was, the same as I, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.
