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“Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to? You will never find that life for which you are looking. When the gods created man they allotted to him death, but life they retained in their own keeping. As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the lot of man.”
― Anonymous, The Epic of Gilgamesh

“Truth is a mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, anthropomorphisms, in short, a sum of human relations which were poetically and rhetorically heightened, transferred, and adorned, and after long use seem solid, canonical, and binding to a nation. Truths are illusions about which it has been forgotten that they are illusions.

from "On Truth and Lying in an Extra-Moral Sense”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Put it on record
--I am an Arab
And the number of my card is fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the ninth is due after summer.
What's there to be angry about?

Put it on record.
--I am an Arab
Working with comrades of toil in a quarry.
I have eight childern
For them I wrest the loaf of bread,
The clothes and exercise books
From the rocks
And beg for no alms at your doors,
--Lower not myself at your doorstep.
--What's there to be angry about?

Put it on record.
--I am an Arab.
I am a name without a tide,
Patient in a country where everything
Lives in a whirlpool of anger.
--My roots
--Took hold before the birth of time
--Before the burgeoning of the ages,
--Before cypess and olive trees,
--Before the proliferation of weeds.

My father is from the family of the plough
--Not from highborn nobles.
And my grandfather was a peasant
--Without line or genealogy.
My house is a watchman's hut
--Made of sticks and reeds.
Does my status satisfy you?
--I am a name without a surname.

Put it on Record.
--I am an Arab.
Color of hair: jet black.
Color of eyes: brown.
My distinguishing features:
--On my head the 'iqal cords over a keffiyeh
--Scratching him who touches it.
My address:
--I'm from a village, remote, forgotten,
--Its streets without name
--And all its men in the fields and quarry.

--What's there to be angry about?

Put it on record.
--I am an Arab.
You stole my forefathers' vineyards
--And land I used to till,
--I and all my childern,
--And you left us and all my grandchildren
--Nothing but these rocks.
--Will your government be taking them too
--As is being said?

So!
--Put it on record at the top of page one:
--I don't hate people,
--I trespass on no one's property.
And yet, if I were to become starved
--I shall eat the flesh of my usurper.
--Beware, beware of my starvation.
--And of my anger!”
― Mahmoud Darwish

“Ne voli čovek jednog pisca samo zato što ga zabavlja, ili ga pred dileme stavlja, nego što ponekad slučajnošću otvara put njegovim sopstvenim idejama.
Pomaže mu da se izrazi, sam sebe razume, aktivira mentalno.
To može biti i suprotstavljanjem i prihvatanjem.
U svakom slučaju, posredi je nemušti dijalog.
Čitanje mojih knjiga zamišljam kao razgovor sa mnom, ne kao puko slušanje.”
― Borislav Pekić

“Demokratija statistički izjednačuje glupost s razumon, a idiotima, samo ako ih je dovoljno dopušta da upravljaju svetom.”
― Borislav Pekić, Besnilo

“Nothing is ever the same as they said it was. It's what I've never seen before that I recognize.”
― Diane Arbus

“Кад изиђе пред бога, а бог се смеје, све се тресу небеса.

– Освети ли, Марко, Косово? – пита кроза смеј.

– Намучих се, а јадно ми Косово, нисам га ни видео! Бише ме, апсише ме, пандурисах, и најзад ме спроведоше међу луде!… – жали се Марко.

– Знао сам ја да нећеш боље проћи… – вели господ благо.

– Хвала ти, боже, те ме опрости мука; а више ни сам нећу веровати кукању мојих потомака и плачу за Косовом! А ако им треба пандура, бар за ту службу имају доста на избор, све бољег од бољег. Боже ми опрости, али ми се чини да и нису моји потомци, иако мене певају, него да су потомци онога нашег Суље Циганина.

– Њега сам ја и хтео послати да ме ниси ти онако молио да идеш. А знао сам да им ти не требаш!… – вели господ.

– И Суља би данас међу Србима био најгори пандур! Сви су га у томе претекли! – вели Марко, и заплака се.

Бог уздахну тешко и слеже раменима.”
― Radoje Domanović, STRADIJA, KRALJEVIC MARKO PO DRUGI PUT MEDJU SRBIMA, VODJA, MODERNI USTANAK