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More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
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.
We no longer believe because it is absurd: it is absurd because we must believe.
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?
I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.
The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.
Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.
After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.
The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.