More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
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.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.
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.
Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
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.
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.
