57 Quotes by Bruno Schulz

One Sunday, a Sunday probably much like today, two Gestapo officers went out drinking together and they got drunk... They had an argument.

My ideal goal is to “mature” into childhood. That would be genuine maturity.

An event may be small and insignificant in its origin, and yet, when drawn close to one’s eye, it may open in its center an infinite and radiant perspective because a higher order of being is trying to express itself in it and irradiates it violently.

The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year’s loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.

And one’s wandering proved as sterile and pointless as the excitement produced by a close study of pornographic albums.

How can one not succumb and allow one’s courage to fail when everything is shut tight, when all meaningful things are walled up, and when you constantly knock against bricks, as against the walls of a prison?

The books we read in childhood don’t exist anymore; they sailed off with the wind, leaving bare skeletons behind. Whoever still has in him the memory and marrow of childhood should rewrite these books as he experienced them.

If, forgetting the respect due to the Creator, I were to attempt a criticism of creation, I would say ‘Less matter, more form!

For ordinary books are like meteors. Each of them has only one moment, a moment when it soars screaming like the phoenix, all its pages aflame. For that single moment we love them ever after, although they soon turn to ashes. With bitter resignation we sometimes wander late at night through the extinct pages that tell their stone dead messages like wooden rosary beads.