More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.
The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.
Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.
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.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
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.
After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.
Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?
