“Local fog in Venice has a name: nebbia. It obliterates all reflections ... and everything that has a shape: buildings, people, colonnades,… — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
“In winter you wake up in this city, especially on Sundays, to the chiming of its innumerable bells, as though behind your… — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
“To have another life, one ought to be able to wrap up the first one, and the job should be done neatly.” — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
