“The unknown doesn’t bother me. I nod now and then to the beautiful women plucking the flowers in my gardens and I hear the wind rustling through the high pines, through the forests of certainty, of knowing that all this… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“God erbarme zich over de cynici. Ik ben nu cynicus. Misschien was 't beter als ik maar heelemaal gek geworden was of overreden door… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“Het lot van den mensch is verdriet te hebben, wanneer hij z'n doel niet bereikt en wanneer hij z'n doel bereikt heeft. "Er is… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“I'm not a poet and I'm not a nature lover and I'm not an Anarchist. I am, thank God, absolutely nothing.” — Nescio Copy Share Image
“Maar bij elkaar komen konden ze niet en dat was misschien juist 't mooie.” — Nescio Copy Share Image
“It was in December. I stood in the back of the tram, all the way in the back. It drove through the country and… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“The unknown doesn’t bother me. I nod now and then to the beautiful women plucking the flowers in my gardens and I hear the… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“Hè, schrijven wat je denkt is zoo fijn, zoo roef, roef, je weet zelf niet hoe je 't doet. 't Staat er ineens precies… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“And so the little poet poetized away his never-ending poem and even the silliest woman could poetize with him. But they couldn't be together.… — Nescio Copy Share Image
“WE WERE kids - but good kids. If I may say so myself. We're much smarter now, so smart it's pathetic.” — Nescio Copy Share Image
“Oh but to write what you think is so amazing- whoosh, whoosh, you don't even know how you're doing it and suddenly there it… — Nescio Copy Share Image
