Quotes by : Bohumil Hrabal

No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of your bed in your....

You can’t rid yourself of freedom the way you’d rid yourself of lice, brother.

Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a....

Writing is a defence against boredom, but it's also a cure for melancholy.

He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after....

It never ceased to amaze me, until suddenly one day I felt beautiful and holy for having had the courage....

The closest one person can get to another is through silence.

I can be by myself because I'm never lonely; I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude,....

Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving....

As I helped him up, I felt him shake all over, so I asked him to forgive me, without knowing what for,....