“On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the coloful beauty of the sun –the shiny pink cherries full of juice under their transparent skins, the mysterious… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“A művészi tevékenység nem más, mint kész tételek dedukciója. A művészek később már semmi újat nem fedeznek fel, csak a kezdetben gondjaikra bízott titkot… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“After tidying up, Adela would plunge the rooms into semidarkness by drawing down the linen blinds. All colors immediately fell an octave lower, the… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
Under the imaginary table that separates me from my readers, don’t we secretly clasp each other’s hands? — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the coloful beauty… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
My ideal goal is to "mature" into childhood. That would be genuine maturity. — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
Theses officers were good friends, so it must have been a terrible argument, because the one who played chess with my father was so… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
As we manipulate everyday words, we forget that they are fragments of ancient and eternal stories, that we are building our houses with broken… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“His unlived life worried him, tortured him, turning round and round inside him like an animal in a cage. In Dodo's body, the body… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“there is no dead matter," he taught us, "lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life. The range of these… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father. — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“After a brief moment of splendour, the whole enterprise too a sad turn.” — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
One thing must be avoided at all costs: narrow-mindedness, pedantry, dull pettiness. — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“I harbored in my mind a sort of utopia about ‘an age of genius’ that supposedly existed in my life once upon a time,… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
How can one not succumb and allow one's courage to fail when everything is shut tight, when all meaningful things are walled up, and… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“I did not have enough courage to go round to the back of the villa. I should certainly have been noticed by someone. Why… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
