It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.
I was always lucky in my bad luck. - Bohumil Hrabal
I was always lucky in my bad luck.
- 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,… - 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.
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…
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
He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax.
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, y… - 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, y…
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…
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
Login to join the discussion
Login to join the discussion