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“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck are infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.”
Roberto Bolaño speaking of Stéphane Mallarmé’s quote The flesh is sad—and I’ve read every book.
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