Cees Nooteboom
Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases.Collection: Dog
Man is a sad mammal that combs its hair.Collection: Men
Conversations consist for the most part of things one does not say.Collection: Doe
The world is a never-ending cross-reference.Collection: World
I find it unbearable to need a body in order to exist.Collection: Order
Through men ... you learn how the world is. Through women you learn what it is.Collection: Men
I am a hindrance to the world, and the world is a hindrance to me.Collection: Life
Man has been thrown into the world. It had always made him think of Icarus and those other great tumblers, Ixion, Phaeton, Tantalus - all these jumpers without parachutes from a world of gods and heroes.Collection: Hero
As far as he could see, the world was moving, in an orderly capitalist fashion, toward a logical, perhaps provisional, perhaps permanent, end.Collection: Life
She had nothing to do all day ... but did it with the greatest possible speed.Collection: Life
I have never cared much for people. Most of them are cowards, conformists, muddleheads, moneygrubbers, and they infect each other.Collection: Life
Language is something you inherit, it's never just you doing the talking, which helps when you're pretending.Collection: Talking
Surely one zoo in the world should have the courage to draw the ultimate conclusion about our ancestry? A cage with Homo Sapiens in all its varying forms, perhaps then we would understand ourselves better. The question of course is whether the other animals would approve of it.Collection: Zoos
He regarded life as a rather odd club of which he had accidentally become a member and from which one could be expelled without reasons having to be supplied. He had already decided to leave the club if the meetings should become all too boring. But how boring is boring?Collection: Life
So-called real life has only once interfered with me, and it had been a far cry from what the words, lines, books had prepared me for. Fate had to do with blind seers, oracles, choruses announcing death, not with panting next to the refrigerator, fumbling with condoms, waiting in a Honda parked round the corner and surreptitious encounters in a Lisbon hotel. Only the written word exists, everything one must do oneself is without form, subject to contingency without rhyme or reason. It takes too long. And if it ends badly the metre isn't right, and there's no way to cross things out.Collection: Real