Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
I swear to you, gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.
You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can’t hold on to her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.
Roberto Bolaño, “The Savage Detectives” (via lifeinpoetry)