Violeta Toma

“Ştim că unu plus unu fac doi,
dar eu şi cu tine,
nu ştim, vai, nu ştim cât facem.”
― Nichita Stănescu, Măreţia frigului

“Dacă timpul ar fi avut frunze, ce toamnă!”
― Nichita Stănescu

“When I was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either. But not books: however systematically you try to destroy them, there is always a chance that a copy will survive and continue to enjoy a shelf-life in some corner on an out-of-the-way library somehwere in Reykjavik, Valladolid or Vancouver.”
― Amos Oz, A Tale of Love and Darkness

“We don't know when our name came into being or how some distant ancestor acquired it. We don't understand our name at all, we don't know its history and yet we bear it with exalted fidelity, we merge with it, we like it, we are ridiculously proud of it as if we had thought it up ourselves in a moment of brilliant inspiration”
― Milan Kundera, Immortality