Branislav Breza

“The castle had been built over natural hot springs, and the scalding waters rushed through its walls and chambers like blood through a man's body, driving the chill from the stone halls, filling the glass gardens with a moist warmth, keeping the earth from freezing.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Who knows why people split up? Dirty knickers on the bathroom shower rail once too often, these things get huge, don’t they?”
― Mick Wall, Lemmy: The Definitive Biography

“A spomenul som si na to, ako ma s bratom zobrali moji českí rodičia do slovenského lesa na huby. Nerástli, ale mama bola nespokojná z iného dôvodu. „Ten les je neuklizený,“ vyhlásila pohoršene. Mal som desať rokov a jej slová ma rozosmiali. Les predsa má byť neuprataný, je to jeho prirodzený stav, pretože nepatrí ľuďom, ale zvieratám.”
― Martin M. Šimečka, Medzi Slovákmi: Stručné dejiny ľahostajnosti od Dubčeka k Ficovi alebo Ako som sa stal vlastencom

“Silence, silence. Then he switched his stool, turned his back to me as much as possible and continued working. I got up and walked to the men’s crapper and stuck my head out the window for fresh air. The guy was my father all over again: RESPONSIBILITY, SOCIETY, COUNTRY, DUTY, MATURITY, all the dull-sounding hard words. But why were they in such agony? Why did they hate so much? It seemed simply that they were very much afraid that somebody else was having a damn good time or was not unhappy most of the time. It seemed that they wanted everybody to carry the same damn heavy rock they were carrying. It wasn’t ENOUGH that I was working beside him like an idiot; it wasn’t enough for him that I was wasting the few good hours left in my life—no, he also wanted me to share his own mind-soul, to sniff his dirty stockings, to chew on his angers and hates with him. I was not PAID for that, the fucker. And that’s what killed you on the job—not the actual physical work but being closed in with the dead.”
― Charles Bukowski, More Notes of a Dirty Old Man: The Uncollected Columns