Under the imaginary table that separates me from my readers, donโt we secretly clasp each otherโs hands?
Bruno SchulzHow can one not succumb and allow one's courage to fail when everything is shut tight, when all meaningful things are walled up, and when you constantly knock against bricks, as against the walls of a prison?
Bruno SchulzThis enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father.
Bruno SchulzThere are things than cannot ever occur with any precision. They are too big and too magnificent to be contained in mere facts. They are merely trying to occur, they are checking whether the ground of reality can carry them. And they quickly withdraw, fearing to loose their integrity in the frailty of realization.
Bruno Schulz