More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.
We no longer believe because it is absurd: it is absurd because we must believe.
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.
Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.
Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.
The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.
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.
