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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
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.
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.
The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.
I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.
Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
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.
