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Foolishness is a twin sister of wisdom.
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The difference between western and eastern intellectuals is that the former have not been kicked in the ass enough.
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You, oh mature ones, keep company solely with other mature ones, and your maturity is so mature that it can only chum up with maturity!
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Man is profoundly dependent on the reflection of himself in another man's soul, be it even the soul of an idiot.
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I didn't go to the lectures. My valet, who was more distinguished than I, went instead.
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I am a collection of the family's body parts.
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Against the background of general freakishness the case of my particular freakishness was lost.
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It is in the prime of youth that man sinks into empty phrases and grimaces. It's in this smithy that our maturity is forged.
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A universal style is one that knows how to embrace lovingly those not quite developed.
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Our element is unending immaturity.
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Don't be fooled by your own wisdom
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Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it.
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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.
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We say 'forest' but this word is made of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the unencompassed. The earth. Clods of dirt. Pebbles. On a clear day you rest among ordinary, everyday things that have been familiar to you since childhood, grass, bushes, a dog (or a cat), a chair, but that changes when you realize that every object is an enormous army, an inexhaustible swarm.
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Any artist who respects himself ought to be, and in every sense of the term, an emigre.
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Not surprisingly, because too much attention to one object leads to distraction, this one object conceals everything else, and when we focus on one point on the map we know that all other points are eluding us.
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When one does not have what one wants, one must want what one has”: “I have had, you see, to resort more and more to very small, almost invisible pleasures, little extras. You've no idea how great one becomes with these little details, it's incredible how one grows.
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To me, art almost always speaks more forcefully when it appears in an imperfect, accidental, and fragmentary way, somehow just signaling its presence, allowing one to feel it through the ineptitude of the interpretation. I prefer the Chopin that reaches me in the street from an open window to the Chopin served in great style from the concert stage.
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I became bold because I had absolutely nothing to lose: neither honors, nor earnings, nor friends. I had to find myself anew and rely only on myself, because I could rely on no one else. My form is my solitude.
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You are ugly when you love her, you are beautiful and fresh, vital and free, modern and poetic when you don't... you are more beautiful as an orphan than as your mother's son.
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A brilliant liar; he has total recall.
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I could have protested of course, who says I couldn't--I could have risen to my feet at any moment, walked up to them, and--no matter how difficult it would have been--made it abundantly clear that I was not seventeen but thirty. I could have--yet I couldn't because I didn't want to, the only thing I wanted was to prove that I was not an old-fashioned boy!
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Beauty beheld in solitude is even more lethal.
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There were three of us; Witkiewicz, Bruno Schulz, and myself--the three muskateers of the Polish avant-garde between the wars. Only Witkiewicz remains to be discovered.