Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.
Jerzy KosinskiShe seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.
Jerzy KosinskiAnd really the purpose of art - for me, fiction - is to alert, to indicate to stop, to say: Make certain that when you rush through you will not miss the moment which you might have had, or might still have.
Jerzy Kosinski