More Quotes by Julio Cortázar
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.
Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.
Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?
Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.
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.
I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
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.
