“In the journal of my misery, each sorrow competes for the first place in length and strength.”

“What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.”

“All at once, in his dangerous position, Ćorkan felt himself separated from his companions. He was now like some gigantic monster above them. His first steps were slow and hesitating. His heavy clogs kept slipping on the stones covered with ice. It seemed to him that his legs were failing him, that the depths below attracted him irresistibly, that he must slip and fall, that he was already falling. But his unusual position and the nearness of great danger gave him strength and hitherto unknown powers. [...] Instead of walking, he began to dance, he himself did not know how, as free as if he had been on a wide green field and not on that narrow and icy edge.All of a sudden he felt himself light and skilful as a man sometimes in dreams. His heavy and exhausted body felt without weight. The drunken Ćorkan danced and floated above the depths as if on wings. [...] His dance bore him onward where his walk would never have borne him- No longer thinking of the danger of the possibility of a fall, he leapt from one leg to the other and sang with outstretched arms as accompanying himself on a drum.”

“Of everything that man erects and builds in his urge for living nothing is in my eyes better and more valuable than bridges. They are more important than houses, more sacred than shrines. Belonging to everyone and being equal to everyone, useful, always built with a sense, on the spot where most human needs are crossing, they are more durable than other buildings and they do not serve for anything secret or bad.”

“Životna snaga jednog čoveka meri se, pored ostalog, i njegovom sposobnošću zaboravljanja.”

“Kad ne mogu da vidim, neću ni da gledam.”

“Mnoge snage jačaju i rastu,mnogi se ljudi rađaju,rastu i umru,ali svi hoće više i bolje. Mnogo smo sami i bijeni sudbinom ali,u stvari,svi se mi ljudi držimo za ruke”