Mia Arts

“I’m a chattering blackbird—I’m a puddle of oil—I’m a child sitting on the floor wanting to be rewarded. ... (We are never more than assistants to the void).”
― Sophie Podolski, Le pays où tout est permis / The Country Where Everything Is Permitted

“There are fourteen million people living in Mexico City. I'll never see the visceral realists again. And I'll never go back to the university or to Álamo's workshop either. I don't know what I'm going to tell my aunt and uncle. I finished Aphrodite, the book by Louys, and now I'm reading the dead Mexican poets, my future colleagues.”
― Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives

“Not everyone is endowed with the vice of writing—the vice of writing—a limited number even—I wander sinuously—am i translucent?—I like twisting myself twist me—embrace me—So Im I’ll loved—for being so much loved—I’ll go much further one day I’ll stop the detox—I’ll stop writing—and I’ll rush blindly—whore or not—living dead with no way back—I’ll start with a suicide—I’ll no longer be blind—I’ll find it so hard to bear the idea of writing and reading in the half-light that I’ll forget instantly—never again will I win any victories—I’ll live in the sunshine because I’m strong and because spitting Indian ink is no more my profession than love”
― Sophie Podolski, Le pays où tout est permis / The Country Where Everything Is Permitted

“Loneliness is an aspect of natural human egotism.”
― Roberto Bolaño, Antwerp