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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.
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.
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.
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
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.
Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.
Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.
The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.
