Hungarian Writer and Author
Stephen Vizinczey, born István Vizinczey
Hungarian Writer and Author
I wonder, what kind of life would I have had if it hadn?t been for my mother?s tea-and-cookie parties? Perhaps it?s because of them that I?ve never thought of women as my enemies, as territories I have to conquer, but always as allies and friends - which I believe is the reason why they were friendly to me in turn. I?ve never met those she-devils you hear about: they must be too busy with those men who look upon women as a fortress they have to attack, lay waste and left in ruins.
Thou shalt not let a day pass without rereading something great.
We think of ourselves as failures, rather than renounce our belief in the possibility of perfection. We hang on to the hope of eternal love by denying even its temporary validity. It?s less painful to think 'I'm shallow', 'She's self centred', 'We couldn't communicate', 'It was all just physical', than to accept the simple fact that love is a passing sensation, for reasons beyond our control and even beyond our personalities. But who can reassure himself with his own rationalizations? No argument can fill the void of a dead feeling -- that reminder of the ultimate void, our final inconstancy. We're untrue even to life.
Art experts are unfailingly opposed to Art for the simple reason that they are interested in Art ? but Art is not interested in Art. Art is interested in life.
During all my wandering through two decades and two continents, I've found nothing more pathetic than the universal misery of young boys trying to charm young girls.
Great writers are not those who tell us we shouldn?t play with fire, but those who make our fingers burn.
I made a resolution I would throw myself into the Danube if I didn't ask you to make love with me today.
I suppose it's more unnerving to be a boy than a girl,' she conceded. 'It's the boys who have to make fools of themselves.
Consistency is a virtue for trains: what we want from a philosopher is insights, whether he comes by them consistently or not.
The only virtue a character needs to possess between hardcovers, even if he bears a real person's name, is vitality: if he comes to life in our imaginations, he passes the test.
Dictatorship is a constant lecture instructing you that your feelings, your thoughts and desires are of no account, that you are a nobody and must live as you are told by other people who desire and think for you.
The truth is that our race survived ignorance; it is our scientific genius that will do us in.
I had affairs with a few girls of my own age, and they taught me that no girl, however intelligent and war-hearted, can possibly know or feel half as much at twenty as she will at thirty-five.
There are millions of people who think that having heard about something is the same as knowing it, and their notion of culture is a mixture of elegant lifestyle and big names.
I submit that anyone who is trying to explain one thing in terms of something else has nothing important to say.
To be jealous of a woman one doesn't love is the most ridiculous form of vanity, but Hardwick, surrounded by people whose livelihood depended on him, had no idea that he could be ridiculous.
Is it possible that I am not alone in believing that in the dispute between Galileo and the Church, the Church was right and the center of man's universe is the earth?
We live under the tyranny of various professional groups, and all the 'influence' we could bring to bear on the running of schools, trains or power stations isn't sufficient to move a feather.
Like all wage slaves, he had two crosses to bear: the people he worked for and the people he worked with.
We now have a whole culture based on the assumption that people know nothing and so anything can be said to them.
Modesty is an excuse for sloppiness, laziness, self-indulgence; small ambitions evoke small efforts
When too many things are taken for granted, it is next to impossible to perceive the truth.
Most bad books get that way because their authors are engaged in trying to justify themselves. If a vain author is an alcoholic, then the most sympathetically portrayed character in his book will be an alcoholic. This sort of thing is very boring for outsiders.
When you close your eyes to tragedy, you close your eyes to greatness.
'Oh God,' he groaned. 'I'd almost forgotten! What a relief it was when I stopped worrying about being good!'