Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky Quotes

#1. The outside world is just a bad habit of the so-called nervous system.

Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

#2. I looked up. From the pediment of an old brick church, a gigantic eye painted into a triangle was staring straight at me through the mist.

Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

#3. A dingily bilious sun was seeping through a tent of black clouds. Passersby, spitefully elbowing elbows, were rushing along the pavement. People thronging the doorways of shops tried to pummel their way through and stuck fast, their faces flushed with spite and fury, their teeth bared.

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#4. Writers, in essence, are professional word tamers; if the words walking down the lines were living creatures, they would surely fear and hate the pen's nib as tamed animals do the raised whip.

Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

#5. Why frighten little children with the dark when one can quiet them with it and lead them into dreams?

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#6. At the time I ... loved someone. Now I wouldn't know how.

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#7. In short, you had that particular ability which I never had: the ability to be alive.

Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

#8. Understanding is strictly forbidden. Even dreams have the right to dream.

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#9. In a certain present there is more of the future than in the future itself.

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#10. Oh no.' Straight raised his eyes to me, and a slight smile touched the corners of his lips. 'A philosophy of life is more terrible than syphilis and people - you have to give them credit - take every precaution not to become infected. Especially by a philosophy of life.

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#11. Hiding my half existence behind the opaque walls of my skull, concealing it like a shameful disease, I did not consider the simple fact that the same thing could be occurring under other skullcaps, in other locked rooms.

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#12. Muscovites see clearly but write muddily; the eye grasps but the fingers splay.

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#13. As I was sifting through a heap of old and new "identity cards," I noticed that something was missing: my identity.

Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky