Man Does Not Fear Death, Only The

Great! I've Written Something Stupid, But I Haven't Signed A Contract With Anyone To Produce Solely Wise And Perfect Works. I Gave Vent To My Stupidity...and Here I Am, Reborn.

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.

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.

Great Poetry Must Be Admired, Because It Is Great And Because It Is Poetry, And So We Admire It.

I Am A Collection Of The Family's Body Parts.