“It never ceased to amaze me, until suddenly one day I felt beautiful and holy for having had the courage to hold on to my sanity after all I'd seen and been through, body and soul, in too loud a solitude, and slowly I came to the realization that my work was hurtling me headlong into an infinite field of omnipotence.”
“It never ceased to amaze me, until suddenly one day I felt beautiful and holy for having had the courage to hold on to my sanity after all I'd seen and been through, body and soul, in too loud a solitude, and slowly I came to the realization that my work was hurtling me headlong into an infinite field of omnipotence.”
Bohumil Hrabal
“You can’t rid yourself of freedom the way you’d rid yourself of lice, brother.”
Bohumil Hrabal“Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.”
Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude“I can be by myself because I'm never lonely; I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and Infinity and Eternity seem to take a liking to the likes of me.”
Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude“It never ceased to amaze me, until suddenly one day I felt beautiful and holy for having had the courage to hold on to my sanity after all I'd seen and been through, body and soul, in too loud a solitude, and slowly I came to the realization that my work was hurtling me headlong into an infinite field of omnipotence.”
Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude“As I helped him up, I felt him shake all over, so I asked him to forgive me, without knowing what for, but that was my lot, asking forgiveness, I even asked forgiveness of myself for being what I was, what it was my nature to be.”
Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude“Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.”
Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude“The closest one person can get to another is through silence.”
Bohumil Hrabal, I Served the King of England“He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax...”
Bohumil Hrabal, I Served the King of England“No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out.”
Bohumil Hrabal, Dancing Lessons for the Advanced in Age“Writing is a defence against boredom, but it's also a cure for melancholy.”
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