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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
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.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.
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.
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.
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.
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.
