“ I,' she began in her thoughts, as we all do when thinking of ourselves. But this I was her, something, someone whose life she really lived. She was this I, in body and soul, one with its very flesh, i… Dezső Kosztolányi
“ Her flesh was powdery and voluptuously weary, as if tenderized by all the different beds and arms in which she had lain. Her face was as soft as the pulpy flash of an overripe banana, her breasts like… Dezső Kosztolányi
“ He was no lover in a worldly sense; the only love he knew was that of divine understanding, of taking a whole life into its depths as if they were his own. From this, the greatest pain, the greatest h… Dezső Kosztolányi
“ At any rate, they were strange fellows, these bohemians. They lounged around doing nothing and told you they were working; they were frightfully miserable and yet would tell you that they were perfect… Dezső Kosztolányi
“ When people go away they vanish, turn to nothing, stop being. They live only in memories, haunting the imagination. Dezső Kosztolányi
