Quotes from Milorad Pavi?

Bog o tebi nema pojma; on niti vidi tvoje namere, niti tvoje misli, ni tvoja dela. To što ti je an?eo došao u san i buncao, zna?i samo da nije imao gde da preno?i, a napolju je verovatno padala kiša. A što je kratko ostao, to je po svoj prilici jer mu je u tvome snu suviše smrdelo. Operi svoje snove drugi put...

According to one of these terrible stories, the source of Daubmannus' erstwhile youthful cheerfulness and spirit, despite his affliction, was the fact that, hunched and bent as he was, he could reach down and suck at himself, and so he learned that the male seed tastes like a woman's milk. This was how he kept renewing himself.

Šta osvetljava naše snove, koji se dešavaju u potpunoj pomra?ini, iza sklopljenih o?iju? Se?anje na svetlost, koje više nema, ili svetlost budu?nosti, koju kao predujam uzimamo od sutrašnjeg dana, mada još nije svanuo? - U oba slu?aja to je nepostoje?a svetlost. Prema tome, svejedno nam je koji je odgovor ta?an I pitanje treba uzeti kao nepostoje?e.

Rekao je da svaki sutrašnji dan vredi koliko neupotrebljena potkovica, a ju?erašnji koliko otpala kamilja plo?a...

Methodius thought of how Homer and the holy prophet had been contemporaries, how Homer's poetic state had been larger than the state of Alexander of Macedonia. . . . He also thought of how Homer had at some point written into his work the name of Sidon. . . . in Sidon sat the prophet Elijah, who was to become an inhabitant of another poetic state, one as vast, eternal, and powerful as Homer's own — an inhabitant of the Holy Scriptures.

Tvoja misao je sve?a kojom možeš da upališ tu?u sve?u, no za to moraš imati vatre.

Walachia, where, Satan claimed, every man is born a poet, lives like a thief, and dies a vampire.

He engordado porque ya estaba demasiado llena de odio. El amor ocupa en el hombre tanto lugar como le deje el odio, igual que en una jarra de vino cabe tanta agua como vino se haya bebido, y cuanto más profundo es el odio, más aflora el amor a la superficie...

And then I realized there was no more shutting of your eyes to the truth, no salvation in being blindfolded, no dream and reality, no being awake or asleep. Everything is one and the same continuing eternal day and world, coiling around you like a snake. That is when I saw vast, remote happiness as being small but close; when I perceived the great cause as empty, and the small as my love...

Los sueños no habitan una solución lingüística, sino que flotan en un espacio libre, atemporal, y tan pronto se transforman en lengua o escritura, pierden su carácter voluminoso y se estiran en longitud.

The death of the child is always a model for the death of the parent. A mother gives birth in order to give life to her child; a child dies in order to shape the death of its father.

I could see the bird soaring away. And then I realised there was no more shutting of your eyes to the truth,no salvation in being blindfolded, no dream and reality,no being awake or asleep. Everything is one and the same continuing eternal day and world, coiling around you like a snake. This is when I saw vast, remote happiness as being small but close.