In our town there was a Gestapo officer who loved to play chess. After the occupation began, he found out that my… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“A művészi tevékenység nem más, mint kész tételek dedukciója. A művészek később már semmi újat nem fedeznek fel, csak a kezdetben gondjaikra bízott titkot… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“After tidying up, Adela would plunge the rooms into semidarkness by drawing down the linen blinds. All colors immediately fell an octave lower, the… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
Under the imaginary table that separates me from my readers, don’t we secretly clasp each other’s hands? — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the coloful beauty… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
My ideal goal is to "mature" into childhood. That would be genuine maturity. — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
Theses officers were good friends, so it must have been a terrible argument, because the one who played chess with my father was so… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
As we manipulate everyday words, we forget that they are fragments of ancient and eternal stories, that we are building our houses with broken… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“His unlived life worried him, tortured him, turning round and round inside him like an animal in a cage. In Dodo's body, the body… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“there is no dead matter," he taught us, "lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life. The range of these… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father. — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
“After a brief moment of splendour, the whole enterprise too a sad turn.” — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
One thing must be avoided at all costs: narrow-mindedness, pedantry, dull pettiness. — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
