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„Možná, že člověk hledá v životě právě něco takového, a pouze to: největší možnou bolest, aby se, ještě než umře, stal sám sebou.“

„Když člověk nemá žádnou obraznost, je smrt pro něj lehká.“

„Je to vždy tak, že kněz už dávno myslí na něco jiného, zatímco kostelník ještě věří v Boha.“

„Úplně nejhorší porážka je zapomenout na to, co vás zničilo.“

„Jazz shodil s trůnu valčík. Impresionismus potřel "umělé světlo", buď budete psát "telegraficky", nebo už nebudete psát vůbec!“

“The best thing to do when you're in this world, don't you agree, is to get out of it. Crazy or not, scared or not.”

“This instinctive repulsion which tradespeople inspire in men of sensitive feeling is one of the very rare consolations for being so impoverished which are given to those of us who don’t sell anything to anybody.”

“Medicine is a thankless profession. When you get paid by the rich, you feel like a flunky, by the poor like a thief. How can you take a fee from people who can’t afford to eat or go to the movies? Especially when they’re at their last gasp. It’s not easy. You let it ride. You get soft-hearted. And your ship goes down.”

“If you aren't rich you should always look useful.”

“It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.”

“I have never voted in my life… I have always known and understood that the idiots are in a majority so it's certain they will win.”

“To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!”

“The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.”

“An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That's the time and place when you can suppose that all the people you meet are nice. It's dream time.”

“There's no tyrant like a brain.”

“My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.”

“That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.”

“Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.”

“I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.”

“The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.”

“When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.”

“You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.”

“The beginning of genius is being scared shitless.”

“I warn you that when the princes of this world start loving you it means they are going to grind you up into battle sausage.”

“There's something sad about people going to bed. You can see they don't give a damn whether they're getting what they want out of life or not, you can see they don't even try to understand what we're here for. They just don't care.”

“Love is like liquor, the drunker and more impotent you are, the stronger and smarter you think yourself and the surer you are of your rights.”

“An Immense hatred keeps me alive… i would live for a thousand years if i were certain of seeing the whole world croak.”

“Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.”

“When men can hate without risk, their stupidity is easily convinced, the motives supply themselves.”

“When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.”

“People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them.”

“A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.”

“Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.”

“A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that’s him, our master. Come, kiss me.”