פתאום דפיקה בדלת Quotes

“He misses the feeling of creating something out of something. That’s right — something out of something. Because something out of nothing is when you make something up out of thin air, in which case it has no value. Anybody can do that. But something out of something means it was really there the whole time, inside you, and you discover it as part of something new, that’s never happened before.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“The fact is that everything I have in my pockets is carefully chosen so I’ll always be prepared. Everything is there so I can be at an advantage at the moment of truth. Actually, that’s not accurate. Everything’s there so I won’t be at a disadvantage at the moment of truth.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“There were lots of lies along the way in life. Lies without arms, lies that were ill, lies that did harm, lies that could kill. Lies on foot, or behind the wheel, black-tie lies, and lies that could steal.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“There should be an age limit for patients, he thinks as he takes off his shoes. You just have to say to them, "You lived long enough. From now on, think of what's left as a bonus, a gift without an exchange slip. It hurts? Stay in bed. It still hurts? Wait: Either you'll die or it'll pass.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“God entered the yellow church on the disabled ramp. He was in a wheelchair too; He had once lost a woman too. He was silvery. Not the cheap, glittery silver of a banker’s BMW, but a muted, matte silver. Once, as He was gliding among the silvery stars with his silvery beloved, a gang of golden gods attacked them. When they were kids, God had once beaten one of them up, a short, skinny golden god who had now grown up and returned with his friends. The golden gods beat Him with golden clubs of sunlight and didn’t stop until they’d broken every bone in His divine body. It took Him years to recuperate. His beloved never did. She remained a vegetable. She could see and hear everything, but she couldn’t say a word. The silvery God decided to create a species in His own image so she could watch it to pass the time. That species really did resemble Him: battered and victimized like Him. And His silvery beloved stared wide-eyed at the members of that species for hours, stared and didn’t even shed a tear.

'What do you think,' the silvery God asked the yellow priest in frustration, 'that I created all of you like this because it's what I wanted? Because I'm some kind of pervert or sadist who enjoys all this suffering? I created you like this because this is what I know. It's the best I can do.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“My son loves the whores who visit our upstairs neighbor. “What animal are you?” he asks them when he bumps into them on the stairs. “Today I’m a mouse, a quick and slippery mouse.” And they get it right away, and throw out the name of an animal: an elephant, a bear, a butterfly. Each whore and her animal. It’s strange, because with other people, when he asks them about the animals, they simply don’t catch on. But the whores just go along with it.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“Don't you go and dump reality on us like a garbage truck.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“Създадох ви, защото толкова умея. Това е най-доброто, на което съм способен.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“Qué es el cáncer?", pensó. "Pues un atentado terrorista cometido por Dios. Qué hace Dios si no cometer atentados como protesta ante...algo, algo tan elevado y trascendente que ni siquiera alcanzamos a captarlo?”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“ანდა ის რუსი – ის ქერცლისსვირინგებიანი კაცი, იონი იაფოში რომ შეხვდა. აი, ზუსტად ის, რომელმაც პირდაპირ კამერას მიაპყრო დაჟინებული მზერა და თქვა, მე რომ ოდესმე გადავაწყდე ოქროს თევზს, ერთ ნატვრასაც არ ჩავუთქვამდი; შუშის ქილაში ჩავსვამდი უბრალოდ, თაროზე შემოვდებდი და ყოველდღე ველაპარაკებოდი, მნიშვნელობა არა აქვს, რაზე – ხან სპორტზე, ხან პოლიტიკაზე, რაზეც ოქროს თევზი მოინდომებს მუსაიფსო. – ნებისმიერ რამეზე, – აღნიშნა სერგეიმ, – რაც მარტოსულობას გამიქარვებს.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“It was in Bethlehem, actually, that Yonatan found his Arab, a handsome man who used his first wish for peace. His name was Munir; he was fat with a big white mustache. Superphotogenic. It was moving, the way he said it. Yoni knew even as he was filming that this guy would be his promo for sure.

Either him or that Russian. The one with the faded tattoos that Yoni had met in Jaffa. The one that looked straight into the camera and said, if he ever found a talking goldfish, he wouldn't ask of it a single thing. He'd just stick it on a shelf in a big glass jar and talk to him all day, it didn't matter about what. Maybe sports, maybe politics, whatever a goldfish was interested in chatting about.

Anything, the Russian said, not to be alone.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“- Какво се размечта? – пита мама и го гали по оплешивяващото теме. – Толкова мисли кръжат из тези твои големи кръгли очи.Само като ги гледам, и се изморявам.
- Чудех се за десерта – лъже Авишай, - дали си направила желе, или шоколадов мус.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“Опита се да си представи нещо, което му се прави – нещо, което да го зарадва, все едно какво. Ако ще да е такова, каквото не би могъл да направи заради децата или просто не би могъл да си позволи. Но нищо не му хрумна. Все едно беше натъпкан с някакъв плътен и прокиснат материал, който затлачваше гърдите му. Не беше скръб. Беше нещо много по-сериозно от скръб. След всички тези години, животът сега приличаше единствено на капан, на лабиринт, дори не лабиринт, а просто килия със стени, но без врата. Все трябва да има нещо, настоятелно си мислеше той, нещо, което искам да ми се случи, ако ще и да не ми е по възможностите – нещо, каквото и да е.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“Все едно, каза руснакът, стига да не е сам.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“Толкова желания, и то само от две улички на кръст в малко, заспало предградие на Тел Авив. На Йонатан му беше бедна фантазията да си представи какво ли си мечтаят обитателите на колониите и на кибуците по северната граница, на селищата от Западния бряг и на арабските паланки, на приемните центрове за емигранти, пълни с разнебитени каравани и изморени хора, захвърлени да се пържат под пистинното слънце.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת

“Тялото му диша бавно, устните му не помръдват, а дълбоко в сърцето си той не спира да повтаря: „искам искам искам искам искам искам искам.”
― Etgar Keret, פתאום דפיקה בדלת