“ There are no good or evil people. There is only a great, unfathomable mob trampling itself underfoot. The life-giving sources of the old morality have dried up and vanished in the sands of oblivion. T… Tadeusz Konwicki
“ -I haven't been writing for years. I lost faith. it's not for me. Too many levels.-What levels?-All those levels of existence. us down here, and up there, high above us. the ceiling of the universe. I… Tadeusz Konwicki
“ I am free, anonymous man. My flights and falls occurred while I was wearing a magical cap of of invisibility, my successes and sins sailed on in invisible corvettes, and films and books flew off into… Tadeusz Konwicki
“ The world can't die. Many generations have thought the world was dying. But it was only their world which was dying. Tadeusz Konwicki
“ She smelled like water that had been warmed by the sun, and she also had the sharp, enticing aroma of birch leaves. Tadeusz Konwicki
“ In today's ambiguous world, character means despotism, tyranny, absolute intolerance. At last it is time to admire a lack of character, inner weakness. Our epoch is that of noble doubts, blessed uncer… Tadeusz Konwicki
“ Character has outlived its day. In ancient, primitive times, when biologically weak man struggled against omnipotent nature, character was useful, beneficial; with hideous labor it shoved the heavy st… Tadeusz Konwicki
“ Character is a lack of doubt, character is stubbornly persevering in an intention no matter how senseless it is, character is a lack of imagination, character is inborn dullness, character is the misf… Tadeusz Konwicki
“ Our contemporary poverty is as transparent as glass and as invisible as the air. Our poverty is kilometer-long lines, the constant elbowing, spiteful officials, trains late without reason, the water c… Tadeusz Konwicki
“ Yes, I am confusing literature with life. I'm declaring my own ordinary life to be a work of literature. Tadeusz Konwicki
“ I am free. I am one of the few free people in this country of utterly transparent slavery. A slavery covered by a sloppy coat of contemporary varnish. I have fought a long and bloodless battle for thi… Tadeusz Konwicki
“ Dreams are debris from bad day. Dreams are poems by bad poets that never got written. Tadeusz Konwicki
