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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
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 think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.
After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
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.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
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.
