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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?
The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.
I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.
Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.
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.
What most people call loving consists of picking out a woman and marrying her. They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them. 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. They probably say that they pick her out because-they-love-her, I think it’s just the siteoppo. Beatrice wasn’t picked out, Juliet wasn’t picked out. You don’t pick out the rain that soaks you to a skin when you come out of a concert.
The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
