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

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

I was always lucky in my bad luck.

- 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…

- Bohumil Hrabal

It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.

- Bohumil Hrabal

I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.

- 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

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

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