Jerzy Kosinski
The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.Collection: Art
The principle of art is to pause, not bypass.Collection: Art
Travel gives me the opportunity to walk through the sectors of cities where one can clearly see the passage of time.Collection: Travel
I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.Collection: Imagination
I can create countries just as I can create the actions of my characters. That is why a lot of travel seems to me a waste of time.Collection: Travel
In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.
Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.
I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.
If we reduce social life to the smallest possible unit we will find that there is no social life in the company of one.
As I go to sleep I remember what my father said-that one can never be sure if one will awake. The way my health is now, this is becoming more and more real.
And really the purpose of art - for me, fiction - is to alert, to indicate to stop, to say: Make certain that when you rush through you will not miss the moment which you might have had, or might still have.
There must be no worse punishment to a totalitarian nation than the withdrawal of capital.
There are many types of participation. One can observe so intensely that one becomes part of the action, but without being an active participant.
The things I write are for those who are willing to accept a new relationship between the reader and the author.
The planned sit-down reception is an artificial forum where one is presented with a limited number of persons with whom he can hold a conversation.
Take a look at the books other people have in their homes.
Physical comfort has nothing to do with any other comfort.
Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.
Mapplethorpe presented the body as a sexual object, separating it from the humanity of the person. He added nothing to photography as a medium. I hold his work in low regard.
It is possible to stand around with a cocktail in one's hand and talk with everyone, which means with no one.
It is not sex by itself that interests me, but its particular role in American consciousness, and in my own life.
In my photographs it is apparent that there was no posing at the moment I released the shutter.
I write for a certain sphere of readers in the United States who on average watch seven and a half hours of multichannel television per day.
I don't fret over lost time - I can always use the situations in a novel.
I do not gather things, I prefer to rent them rather than to possess them.
I do like to live in other people's homes. I enjoy being a guest. I am an inexpensive guest. When one lives in another's home he can enter into the psychic kingdom of that person.
I am inspired by human sexuality. The act itself is mechanical and holds little interest to me.
Homelessness is a part of our American system. There should be nothing wrong with this condition as long as the individual is not sentenced to unnecessary suffering and punishment.
Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.
Banks introduced the installment plan. The disappearance of cash and the coming of the credit card changed the shape of life in the United States.
A trait which differentiated New York from European cities was the incredible freedom and ease in which life, including sexual life, could be carried on, on many levels.
A novelist has a specific poetic license which also applies to his own life.
Here was one place where I could find out who I was and what I was going to become. And that was the public library.Collection: Healing
Life is a state of mind.Collection: Life
I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all.Collection: Fear
She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.Collection: Bird
There's a place beyond words where experience first occurs to which I always want to return. I suspect that whenever I articulate my thoughts or translate my impulses into words, I am betraying the real thoughts and impulses which remain hidden.Collection: Real
You don't die in the United States, you underachieve.Collection: Dying
When people claim to know who I am, I can no longer act freely.Collection: Who I Am
Take whatever you can from others, and when there is nothing left, forget about them.Collection: Forget
- Growth has its season. There are spring and summer, but there are also fall and winter. And then spring and summer again. As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all be well.Collection: Summer
Like nature, our economic system remains, in the long run, stable and rational...We welcome the inevitable seasons of our economy! How foolish of us.Collection: Running
I am curious about grownups, not children.Collection: Children
It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.Collection: Drug
Chance was to work in the garden, where he would care for plants and grasses and trees which grew there peacefully. He would be as one on them: quiet, open hearted in the sunshine and heavy when it rained.Collection: Sunshine
Can the imagination, any more than the boy, be held prisoner ?" - from the foreword to the 1976 edition of "The Painted BirdCollection: Boys
I was pushing myself to extremes in order to discover my many selves.Collection: Self
It's not that you aren't likable. On the contrary. You are. It's just that one wonders if you haven't made a career out of being so likable.Collection: Careers
People say, "Well, you went on television, it enlarged your readership." It did not at all, not at all. I might as well tell you, I lost some readership, because the profound audience felt somehow bothered by my too easy manner.Collection: People
[Nabokov's] language is made visible . . . like a veil or transparent curtain. You cannot help seeing the curtain as you peek into the intimate rooms behind.Collection: Veils