Jaroslav Kalfař Quotes

Miracles were nonsense, mere coping mechanisms.

In this future, we were free of systems. Other humans went on to become symbols, sacrificed their lives to serve. Other humans handled the torture, the coups, the healing. We simply sowed, harvested, and drank a bit before dinner. No one tried to take what was ours. We had too little. We were invisible, and in this slower life we were our own gods.

In one book, your father is a hero. In another book, he is a monster. The men who don’t have books written about them have it easier.

The organization of religion is self-defeating, a trap for sin.

His presence was soothing, but his existence incomprehensible.

The body must not be violated. This is the greatest truth of the universe.

I wonder which group I belong to. Can I be with the youth, the hedonists turning Prague into a playground of the Old Continent? Or does my destination, the science department of Univerzita Karlova, put me in with that other dreaded group, the adults, those who get up in the morning and know exactly how their day will unravel, those who live on the exchange system of work, awaiting their grave with quiet politeness?

My father never did anything else after that," Valerie said. "Mostly, he became a drunk. But a man only needs one thing to be proud of. It will carry him through the rest of his life.

The universe assigned the tasks of speaking and kissing to the lips because there is never a need to do both at the same time.

I wanted the basic needs of human existence—satiation of hunger, good health, love—to take on the shapes of small fruits we could plant and harvest. But who would be the plantation owners, and who the harvesters?

I couldn’t exist here. In the world that had come into being due to my absence.

Thus we never see the true State of our Condition, till it is illustrated to us by its Contraries; nor know how to value what we enjoy, but by the want of it.

Do you feel free?"
"I feel like I've lost too much."
"Freedom can feel that way.

To fear a truth! Blasphemy!

For what it’s worth, the sociocultural rituals of your society seem to be in conflict with biological reality.