“It was in December. I stood in the back of the tram, all the way in the back. It drove through the country and stopped and started again, it took hours, the countryside was endless. And the sky got bluer… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“God erbarme zich over de cynici. Ik ben nu cynicus. Misschien was 't beter als ik maar heelemaal gek geworden was of overreden door… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“Het lot van den mensch is verdriet te hebben, wanneer hij z'n doel niet bereikt en wanneer hij z'n doel bereikt heeft. "Er is… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“I'm not a poet and I'm not a nature lover and I'm not an Anarchist. I am, thank God, absolutely nothing.” — Nescio Copy Share Image
“Maar bij elkaar komen konden ze niet en dat was misschien juist 't mooie.” — Nescio Copy Share Image
“It was in December. I stood in the back of the tram, all the way in the back. It drove through the country and… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“The unknown doesn’t bother me. I nod now and then to the beautiful women plucking the flowers in my gardens and I hear the… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“Hè, schrijven wat je denkt is zoo fijn, zoo roef, roef, je weet zelf niet hoe je 't doet. 't Staat er ineens precies… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“And so the little poet poetized away his never-ending poem and even the silliest woman could poetize with him. But they couldn't be together.… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“WE WERE kids - but good kids. If I may say so myself. We're much smarter now, so smart it's pathetic.” — Nescio Copy Share Image
“Oh but to write what you think is so amazing- whoosh, whoosh, you don't even know how you're doing it and suddenly there it… — Nescio Copy Share Image
