Bohumil Hrabal Quotes
Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy of it, a blaze of roughhewn wood like a child's laugh, a symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer's eye and soul.
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I was an outsider, never quite part of what was going on, always looking in. It turned out to be great preparation for writing fiction.
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I have always been a generous and enthusiastic reader.
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When you know your intention, you are in a position to choose the consequences that you will create for yourself. When you choose an intention that creates consequences for which you are willing to be responsible, that is a responsible choice.
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The United Nations system is still the best instrument for making the world less fragile.
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The concept of monogamy is an inheritance of a medieval time, when family would carry the tradition of the name and certain privileges. It's a way of organizing society, perhaps.
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The whole point of being alive is to evolve into the complete person you were intended to be.
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More and more, cultural groups are cross-pollinating, and we're getting much more interesting art as a result.
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Probably I understand very much the people who rise against injustice.
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As far as money goes, there's a saying in Denmark: 'Your last suit doesn't have any pockets.' You can't take it with you. You can make all the money you want, but who cares?
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In an ever-changing technological landscape, where today's platforms are not tomorrow's platforms, the key seems to be that any one of these spaces can use a dose of humanity and art and culture.
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That's the thing about fiction writers: what seems alarming or particular or perverse about them is simply the shape of their brain - they cannot be otherwise.
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When you catch other people with a sound like yours, that's when you know you did something.
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I know a lot of single people who are not miserable as society tells them they're supposed to be.
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I'm supporting the School for Creative Startups because the project's ambition - to boost innovation and the culture of entrepreneurship - is something I feel strongly about.
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I think in spring, we don't want to wear makeup, we don't want to wear a ton of clothes, we just want everything to be easier.
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Africa’s progress will depend on unleashing economic growth - not just for the few at the top, but for the many, because an essential element of dignity is being able to live a decent life. That begins with a job. And that requires trade and investment.
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Small habits well pursued betimesMay reach the dignity of crimes.
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The man was either foolish or fearless. Assuming there was a difference.
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You get into these executive offices, and people say, 'Oh, we have this project. Wait a minute, guys, we need diversity - let's choose a black actor for this; let's choose a Hispanic actor for this,' instead of saying, 'That's not diverse, that's just normal. That's what makes up America.'
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In Los Angeles there's, like, this awful image because the girls are so skinny. I don't think it's attractive whatsoever, and I also think that it gives a bad image to kids that are in their early teens. It's not healthy.
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I didn't dictate sections of 'Visions of Cody.' I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A.
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In the summer of 1965 I was invited to join Western Reserve University in Cleveland, Ohio and returned to academic life as professor with the added responsibility of becoming also Department Chairman.
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She hath wasted with fire thine high places,She hath hidden and marred and made sadThe fair limbs of the Loves, the fair facesOf gods that were goodly and glad.She slays, and her hands are not bloody;She moves as a moon in the wane,White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy,Our Lady of Pain.
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Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy of it, a blaze of roughhewn wood like a child's laugh, a symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer's eye and soul.
