Jerzy Kosinski
Jerzy Kosinski
Jerzy Kosiński, born Józef Lewinkopf, was an award-winning Polish-American novelist and two-time President of the American Chapter of P.E.N., who wrote primarily in English. Born in Poland, he survived World War II and, as a young man, emigrated to the U.S., where he became a citizen...
NationalityPolish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth14 June 1933
CountryPoland
Jerzy Kosinski quotes about
forget left
Take whatever you can from others, and when there is nothing left, forget about them.
careers wonder made
It's not that you aren't likable. On the contrary. You are. It's just that one wonders if you haven't made a career out of being so likable.
philosophy homeless ownership
Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.
opportunity cities giving
Travel gives me the opportunity to walk through the sectors of cities where one can clearly see the passage of time.
art bypass pausing
The principle of art is to pause, not bypass.
new-york cities ease
A trait which differentiated New York from European cities was the incredible freedom and ease in which life, including sexual life, could be carried on, on many levels.
children curious grownups
I am curious about grownups, not children.
missing-you art fiction
And really the purpose of art - for me, fiction - is to alert, to indicate to stop, to say: Make certain that when you rush through you will not miss the moment which you might have had, or might still have.
who-i-am people claims
When people claim to know who I am, I can no longer act freely.
nature sky umbrella
Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.
fear doe compass
I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all.
art creative principles
The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.
I do not gather things, I prefer to rent them rather than to possess them.
bird blooming decay
She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.