He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax.
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… - Bohumil Hrabal
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…
- Bohumil Hrabal
I was always lucky in my bad luck. - Bohumil Hrabal
I was always lucky in my bad luck.
And so everything I see in this world, it all moves backward and forward at the same time, like a black-smith's bellows, like everything in my press,… - Bohumil Hrabal
And so everything I see in this world, it all moves backward and forward at the same time, like a black-smith's bellows, like everything in my press,…
I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know. - Bohumil Hrabal
I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.
I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed i… - Bohumil Hrabal
I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed i…
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
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 brai… - Bohumil Hrabal
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 brai…
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 … - Bohumil Hrabal
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 …
It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls. - Bohumil Hrabal
It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.
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