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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.
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.
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.
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.
Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.
Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.
After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.
The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.
Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?
The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.
