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Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family.
— Joseph Brodsky
poet, translator, essayist, writer, playwright, dramaturge, lecturer
🔗 Read on Wikipedia1940  – 1996
Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family.
For a writer only one form of patriotism exists: his attitude toward language.
Basically, it's hard for me to assess myself, a hardship not only prompted by the immodesty of the enterprise, but because one is not capable of assessing himself, let alone his work. However, if I were to summarize, my main interest is the nature of time. That's what interests me most of all. What time can do to a man.
For darkness restores what light cannot repair. There we are married, blest, we make once more the two-backed beast and children are the fair excuse of what we're naked for.
This is just one example of the trimming of the self that — along with the language itself, where verbs and nouns changed places as freely as one dare to have them do so — bred in us such an overpowering sense of ambivalence that in ten years we ended up with a willpower in no way superior to a seaweed’s.
The formula for prison is a lack of space counterbalanced by a surplus of time. This is what really bothers you, that you can't win. Prison is lack of alternatives, and the telescopic predictability of the future is what drives you crazy.
It is the army that finally makes a citizen of you; without it you still have a chance, however slim, to remain a human being.
I remember myself, age five, sitting on a porch overlooking a very muddy road. The day was rainy. I was wearing rubber boots, yellow - no, not yellow, green - and for all I know, I'm still there.
Who included me among the ranks of the human race?
For darkness restores what light cannot repair.
Man is what he reads.
How delightful to find a friend in everyone.
I don't suppose that I know more about life than anyone of my age, but it seems to me that, in the capacity of an interlocutor, a book is more reliable than a friend or a beloved.
It is well to read everything of something, and something of everything.
Who included me among the ranks of the human race?
Ah, how much more soothing
What I like about cities is that everything is king size, the beauty and the ugliness.
For a writer only one form of patriotism exists: his attitude toward language.
In terms of freedom, America doesn't invite any comparison to Russia. It would be silly to make one. Every line that I care to write, I can have printed. There is no point to even talk about degrees.
