“The Germans puzzled me. What a waste. Was such a destitute, cruel world worth ruling?” — Jerzy Kosiński Copy Share Image
“There should be no promise of a plot. Plot is extraordinary, while chance is ordinary.” — Jerzy Kosiński Copy Share Image
I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening. — Jerzy Kosinski Copy Share Image
“He had found the one calm place in the midst of the storm, a quiet voice calling him to earth.” — Jerzy Kosiński Copy Share Image
“When I saw them in Africa, I thought these birds were the greatest fliers of all. Hardly beating their wings, they fly for hours, swooping upwards on air currents with no sign of physical effort. But when they land, they pitch forward on their stubby legs without stopping. They skid along on their bellies, their necks straining to absorb the… — Jerzy Kosiński Copy Share
“That's why she keeps her nails long, she says, to be able to scratch and claw.” — Jerzy Kosiński Copy Share Image
Travel gives me the opportunity to walk through the sectors of cities where one can clearly see the passage of time. — Jerzy Kosinski Copy Share Image
Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky. — Jerzy Kosinski Copy Share Image
“Against the background of bland colors he projected an unfadable blackness. In a world of men with harrowed faces, with smashed eyes, bloody, bruised and disfigured limbs, among the fetid, broken human bodies, of which I had already seen so many, he seemed an example of neat perfection that could not be sullied: the smooth, polished skin of his face,… — Jerzy Kosinski Copy Share
Mapplethorpe presented the body as a sexual object, separating it from the humanity of the person. He added nothing to photography as a medium.… — Jerzy Kosinski Copy Share Image
Banks introduced the installment plan. The disappearance of cash and the coming of the credit card changed the shape of life in the United… — Jerzy Kosinski Copy Share Image
I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all. — Jerzy Kosinski Copy Share Image
