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.

Any artist who respects himself ought to be, and in every sense of the term, an emigre.

Don't be fooled by your own wisdom

The difference between western and eastern intellectuals is that the former have not been kicked in the ass enough.

Wherever I see some mystique, be it virtue or family, faith or fatherland, there I must commit some indecent act.

I am reading Sienkiewicz. What tormenting reading. What a powerful genius! And there never was such a first-rate writer of the second-rate class.

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.