Quotes by : Dezső Kosztolányi

Her flesh was powdery and voluptuously weary, as if tenderized by all the different beds and arms in....

I,' she began in her thoughts, as we all do when thinking of ourselves. But this I was her, something,....

When people go away they vanish, turn to nothing, stop being. They live only in memories, haunting the....

He was no lover in a worldly sense; the only love he knew was that of divine understanding, of taking....

At any rate, they were strange fellows, these bohemians. They lounged around doing nothing and told you....