More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.
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.
Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.
I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.
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.
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?
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
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.
