But if I were to say who influenced me most, then I'd say Franz Kafka. And his works were always anchored in the Central European region.

There's always something suspect about an intellectual on the winning side.

The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.

Isn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity.

Poles are able to reflect their history, they respect it. Who knows if anybody will remember when we commemorate our 25 years [since the 1989 Velvet Revolution].

against its sense, its spirit.