Man, when reduced to nothing, or in other words, a survivor, is not tragic but comic, because he has no fate. On the other hand, he lives with an awareness of tragic fate. This is a paradox. — Imre Kertesz Copy Share Image
I tried to depict the human face of this history, I wanted to write a book that people would actually want to read. — Imre Kertész Copy Share
“Man, when reduced to nothing, or in other words a survivor, is not tragic but comic, because he has no fate.” — Imre Kertész Copy Share
“On one occasion she had spoken heatedly about the French Revolution, saying it had been little better than the Nazis. Her great-aunt responded by… — Imre Kertész Copy Share
“As we pass one step, and as we recognize it as being behind us, the next one already rises up before us. By the… — Imre Kertész Copy Share
...I would like to live a little bit longer in this beautiful concentration camp. — Imre Kertész Copy Share
“I can see the young man on dizzily autumn mornings, the fog of which he inhaled just like the rapidly evaporating freedom.” — Imre Kertész Copy Share
Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot. — Imre Kertész Copy Share
“The West in general should stand up more for its own values. It is not always worthwhile to compromise.” — imre kertesz Copy Share
“Você sobrevive a sua falta de sensibilidade e compreende que o vazio do mundo é, de certa maneira, obra sua.” — Imre Kertész Copy Share
Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long. — Imre Kertész Copy Share
Man, when reduced to nothing, or in other words, a survivor, is not tragic but comic, because he has no fate. On the other… — Imre Kertesz Copy Share
“I read somewhere; while God still existed one sustained a dialogue with God, and now that He no longer exists one has to sustain… — Imre Kertész Copy Share
“Kingbitter, as he did frequently nowadays, was standing at his window and looking out onto the street below. This street offered the most mundane… — Imre Kertész Copy Share
You just sit there and tolerate it, the same way everything in this country is tolerated. Every deception, every lie, every bullet in the… — Imre Kertész Copy Share
