Against the background of general freakishness the case of my particular freakishness was lost.

A universal style is one that knows how to embrace lovingly those not quite developed.

Man is profoundly dependent on the reflection of himself in another man's soul, be it even the soul of an idiot.

Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it.

There were three of us; Witkiewicz, Bruno Schulz, and myself--the three muskateers of the Polish avant-garde between the wars. Only Witkiewicz remains to be discovered.

I didn't go to the lectures. My valet, who was more distinguished than I, went instead.

A brilliant liar; he has total recall.