A brilliant liar; he has total recall. Witold Gombrowicz More Quotes by Witold Gombrowicz More Quotes From Witold Gombrowicz Great! I've written something stupid, but I haven't signed a contract with anyone to produce solely wise and perfect works. I gave vent to my stupidity...and here I am, reborn. Witold Gombrowicz stupidwisehere-i-am Beauty beheld in solitude is even more lethal. Witold Gombrowicz solitude If he [the Artist] were to take up the pen it would be...to better express his individuality and explain it to others; or else to put his internal affairs in order...to deepen and sharpen his relationship with his fellow men because other souls exert an immense and creative influence on our soul; or to try to fight for a world as he would like it to be, for a world that is indispensable to his life. Witold Gombrowicz fightingartistmen I could have protested of course, who says I couldn't--I could have risen to my feet at any moment, walked up to them, and--no matter how difficult it would have been--made it abundantly clear that I was not seventeen but thirty. I could have--yet I couldn't because I didn't want to, the only thing I wanted was to prove that I was not an old-fashioned boy! Witold Gombrowicz feetwantboys I am a collection of the family's body parts. Witold Gombrowicz collectionsbody Great poetry must be admired, because it is great and because it is poetry, and so we admire it. Witold Gombrowicz great-poetryadmire A universal style is one that knows how to embrace lovingly those not quite developed. Witold Gombrowicz embraceknow-howstyle You, oh mature ones, keep company solely with other mature ones, and your maturity is so mature that it can only chum up with maturity! Witold Gombrowicz companymaturitymature You are ugly when you love her, you are beautiful and fresh, vital and free, modern and poetic when you don't... you are more beautiful as an orphan than as your mother's son. Witold Gombrowicz motherbeautifulson Do you want to know who you are Don't ask. Act Action will delineate and define you. Witold Gombrowicz
