One thing must be avoided at all costs: narrow-mindedness, pedantry, dull pettiness.
And one's wandering proved as sterile and pointless as the excitement produced by a close study of pornographic albums.
Reality is as thin as paper and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.
Ordinary facts are arranged within time, strung along its length as on a thread. There they have their antecedents and their consequences, which crowd tightly together and press hard one upon the other without any pause. This has its importance for any narrative, of which continuity and successiveness are the soul.
Yet what is to be done with events that have no place of their own in time; events that have occurred too late, after the whole of time has been distributed, divided, and allotted; events that have been left in the cold, unregistered, hanging in the air, homeless, and errant?
Could it be that time is too narrow for all events? Could it happen that all the seats within time might have been sold? Worried, we run along the train of events, preparing ourselves for the journey.
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?
Lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life.
Memorable Quotations: Polish Writers
Polish Writers of the Past (Kindle Book)