{"author":"Bruno Schulz","author_id":"Bruno+Schulz","total_quotes":20,"quotes":[{"text":"Nimrod began to understand that what he was experiencing was, in spite of its appearance of novelty, something which had existed before–many times before. His body began to recognize situations, impressions, and objects. In reality, none of there astonished him very much. Faced with new circumstances, he would dip into the fount of his memory, the deep-seated memory of the body, would search blindky and feverishly, and often find ready made within himself a suitable reaction: the wisdom of generations, deposited in his plasma, in his nerves. He found actions and decisions of which he had not been aware but which had been lying in wait, ready to emerge.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["dogs","instinct"],"id":2858,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["august","summer","summer-and-the-city"],"id":7748,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"....'the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the fire of high noon.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["music"],"id":20818,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"The cashier had long since left for home. By now she was probably bustling by an unmade bed that was waiting in her small room like a boat to carry her off to the black lagoons of sleep, into the complicated world of dreams. The person sitting in the box office was only a wraith, an illusory phantom looking with tired, heavily made-up eyes at the empyiness of light, fluttering her lashes thoughtlessly to disperse the golden dust of drowsiness scattered by the elctric bulbs.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["sleep"],"id":47007,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"It was difficult to anticipate—in these monsters with enormous, fantastic beaks which they opened wide immediately after birth, hissing greedily to show the backs of their throats, in these lizards with frail, naked bodies of hunchbacks—the future peacocks, pheasants, grouse or condors. Placed in cotton wool, in baskets, this dragon brood lifted blind, walleyed heads on thin necks, croaking voicelessly from their dumb throats.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["birds","birth","future-peacocks","lizard-hunchbacks","walleyed-heads"],"id":71416,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"Reality is as thin as paper, and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["reality"],"id":96898,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"The books we read in childhood don't exist anymore; they sailed off with the wind, leaving bare skeletons behind. Whoever still has in him the memory and marrow of childhood should rewrite these books as he experienced them.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["-on-","books","childhood","writing-inspiration"],"id":153645,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"The feeling of loathing had as yet no permanence or strength in the dog’s soul. The newly awakened joy of life transformed every sensation into a great joke, into gaiety. Nimrod kept on barking, but the tone of it had changed imperceptibly, had become a parody of what it had been - an attempt to express the incredible wonder of that capital enterprise, life, so full of unexpected encounters, pleasures, and thrills.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["dogs","instinct","memory","wonder"],"id":196211,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"Animals! The object of insatiable interest, examples of the riddle of life, created, as it were, to reveal the human being to man himself, displaying his richness and complexity in a thousand kaleidoscopic possibilities, each of them brought to some curious end, to some characteristic exuberance.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["animals"],"id":221328,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"},{"text":"They were villages forgotten in the depth of time, peopled by creatures chained forever to their tiny destinies.","author":"Bruno Schulz","tags":["destiny","philosophy"],"id":223671,"author_id":"Bruno+Schulz"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":20,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}