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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
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?
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.
Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.
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.
The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.
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.
The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.
