“By now the window of the bar is visible, glowing ahead of them, but there is no sound, not a single word to be heard, as if the place were deserted, not a soul … but now, someone is playing… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share Image
“Irimiás scrapes the mud off his lead-heavy shoes, clears his throat, cautiously opens the door, and the rain begins again, while to the east, swift as memory, the sky brightens, scarlet and pale blue and leans against the undulating horizon,… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share Image
“...megértette, hogy mindaz, amit mi a létből érzékelünk, nem más, mint a hiábavalóság felfoghatatlan terjedelmű emlékműve, mely az idők végezetéig ismétli önmagát, és hogy… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“Culture, then, only truly becomes culture when it is embodied in someone.” — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“..but if it does occur, then anyone can comprehend that above us and below us, outside of ourselves and deep within ourselves, there is… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“It was a long struggle against invisible foes, or to put it more accurately, against invisible foes that might not have been there at… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“I would leave everything here: the valleys, the hills, the paths, and the jaybirds from the gardens, I would leave here the petcocks and… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“Cele doua ceasuri arata, concomitent, doua forme diferite de timp, desi pe ambele destul de inexact. Al nostru intarzie peste masura, iar cel de… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“Get it into your thick head that jokes are just like life. Things that begin badly, end badly. Everything's fine in the middle, it's… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“However apparently insignificant the event, whether it be the ring of tobacco ash surrounding the table, the direction from which the wild geese first… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“Imaginile i se perindau in tacere, iar si iar, prin fata ochilor, intr-o succesiune tot mai rigida, parca tot ce considera omul ca-i important… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“The entire end-of-October night was beating with a single pulse, its own strange rhythm sounding through trees and rain and mud in a manner… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“By now the window of the bar is visible, glowing ahead of them, but there is no sound, not a single word to be… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
“it’s precisely the infinite that casts light upon how the brain thinks, and how clever it is in showing us something that seems real… — László Krasznahorkai Copy Share
