She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world. — Jerzy Kosinski 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,… — Jerzy Kosiński Copy Share Image
“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… — Jerzy Kosinski Copy Share Image
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
