I refuse to adapt or integrate myself.

Imre Kertész

Categorized in : Refuse Integrating

You just sit there and tolerate it, the same way everything in this country is tolerated. Every deception, every lie, every bullet in the brains. Just as you are already tolerating bullets in the brains that will be implemented only after the bullet is put in your brains.

deception country lying

I look on my life as raw material for my novels: that's just the way I am, and it frees me from any inhibitions.

raw-materials looks way

...I would like to live a little bit longer in this beautiful concentration camp.

concentration littles beautiful

Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long.

killing long way

Talking is not enough; words don't clarify anything. I'll have to hit upon something, but what?

enough talking

One cannot start a new life, you can only continue the old one.

new-life

Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.

streets feet yesterday

There's just one revolution that I can take seriously, and that's a police revolution.

just-one revolution police

I am sick of atrocities, though these are now the natural order of our world. And I would still like to act!

our-world sick order

I tried to depict the human face of this history, I wanted to write a book that people would actually want to read.

writing book people