Author of quotes: Andrzej Stasiuk

Time. We did only one thing: fulfill his command. Was getting old. There was no other way. It takes care of us all the nooks and crannies of life gently covered them filled, just air. There are no shocks. Enough to obey his will.

We were naked. No chance. Strange how much time need to a similar thought came to mind. Perhaps it truly never comes. We don't die, don't die from bad news, don't die from the conviction that we die.

I was walking along a narrow hold on the street. And I think that the time is emptiness, but at the same time and kind of matter.

We were like children, carrying out the whim of one, the second, third and so on until the moment when the world is shaken by the shouting, obviously drunk, and they will have to manage the rule, changing from minute to minute, depending on the arbitrariness or randomness, from the fact that someone came into our heads.

... the world cannot be so smelly that this year was his crowning...

Quite possibly, we still will miss that laugh, because stupid things always yearn.

... he is a coward, he is from the kind of cowards who defend to the last, but never attack.

We are all born, eat guts we degrade and we die. No one is trying to become immortal for the sake of the idea.

The fact that tomorrow is a new day, may sound comforting, my dear, only for fools. For adherents of a healthy lifestyle, but not for serious people. Not for those who smokes, drinks and stays awake at night. Awake contrary to common belief that waiting still nothing. Maybe nothing. But that is no reason not to be awake. People with little soul...

Believe me, nothing gets the desire to live like a bummer with suicide.

And I'm crying because we'll stand in this queue that never ends, because the end of the world is fiction, and the Apocalypse is also fiction, but if he comes, these brutes won't even notice it, hunger will not affect them, as they will devour each other until the penultimate not gobble the last one... until the earth stop, and shake off all these parasites.

After all, we speak every day about death. "Good morning, mother. Good morning, dad," - and that means death. Every movement of the toothbrush, each bubble soap suds brings you closer to her.