“If you were to stare at this box of matches, you could extract entire worlds out of it. If you search for tastes in… — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“My literature must remain that which it is. Especially that something which does not fit into politics and does not want to serve it.… — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“Joey, it's high time, dear child. What will people say? If you don't want to be a doctor, at least be a womanizer, or… — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“Why, my man is created from the outside, that is, he is inauthentic in essence- he is always not-himself, because he is determined by… — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
You, oh mature ones, keep company solely with other mature ones, and your maturity is so mature that it can only chum up with… — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“Average intelligence loves blinders, which facilitate an even trot; but a brisker and livelier intelligence desires uncertainty, risk, a play of more deceptive and… — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
The difference between western and eastern intellectuals is that the former have not been kicked in the ass enough. — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“Many a beauty in her own room behaves repulsively till one splits one's sides.” — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
Wherever I see some mystique, be it virtue or family, faith or fatherland, there I must commit some indecent act. — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“Cóż wy wiecie o triumfie, który pozwala rozkoszować się własną niedojrzałością i jest jednocześnie jej wyswobodzeniem i przezwyciężeniem?” — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“(…) jest naiwnością mniemanie, jakoby zachwyt nasz wobec dzieła sztuki z nas samych pochodził: że zachwyt ten w sporej mierze nie rodzi się z… — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“Wielka Poezja będąc wielką i będąc poezją nie może nie zachwycać nas, a więc zachwyca!” — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
I am reading Sienkiewicz. What tormenting reading. What a powerful genius! And there never was such a first-rate writer of the second-rate class. — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
“Wednesday Wind and spindles of clouds crowding the peaks from the south. A lone chicken pecks away on the lawn… To be a concrete… — Witold Gombrowicz Copy Share
