Sonja

“Postoji jezik, mislim da se zove Meskalero, u kojem se glagoli nikad ne menjaju po vremenima. U tom jeziku ne postoji ni proslo ni buduce vreme. Razmisljam... ako bismo naucili taj jezik, mogli bismo da zivimo duze...”
― Milan Oklopdzic

“Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“Poceo sam da ceznem za zavicajem; za nekim toplim krevetom, ljudima
koje sam poznavao, za nekim mirnim ulicama, za nekim lukama u kojima
je voda ruzicasta sa zalaskom sunca, za nekim devojkama koje sam
ostavio iza sebe, na brzinu, pakujuci se sebicno za put. Kako je to
kurvinsko osecanje, ta ceznja! Ne nostalgija, ne patnja zbog toga
sto si nekud daleko otisao - to je bila ceznja u najcistijem obliku,
uvek sanjas o necemu DRUGOM.”
― Milan Oklopdžić

“Ja ne radim nigde: isuvise sam lak za tezak posao, isuvise sam
tezak za lak posao, i isuvise seksi za nocni posao.”
― Milan Oklopdžić