Quotes from Ferenc Máté

We walk into the olive grove and sit in the dry grass on the bluff. The monastery and the whole world lie before us. Purples, yellows, pinks and blues but all washed, hazy, indefinite, dreamy. The world was dissolving, vanishing. And if you half-closed your eyes, you could see yourself from afar, dissolving in the haze. You could see yourself turning into light.

I have the impression that we are the last people on Earth. - It wouldn't be so bad. We would have all the wine of the world to ourselves.

So much space, such silence, so much time. To drift. To think. To let your mind roam anywhere it pleases. To dream. Perhaps the true luxury of our age is not the piles of goods we endlessly accumulate, but Time.

We would mull over the ills of Italy and the ills of the world, and conclude at the end that everyone's crazy so what's the use, let's go have some lunch and a little wine.

Mam wra?enie, ?e jeste?my ostatnimi lud?mi na Ziemi. - To nie by?oby takie z?e. Mieliby?my dla siebie ca?e wino ?wiata.