Best 8 quotes of Josef Winkler on MyQuotes

Josef Winkler

  • By Anonym
    Josef Winkler

    A black-veiled nun, holding plastic bags full of cucumbers, apricots, and onions in one hand and pressing two tall blonde Barbie dolls wrapped in plastic to her breast with the other, stopped before the tomato vendor, whose vegetable knife hung from a lanyard around his neck, laid the dolls on a wooden crate, and asked for a few kilos of tomatoes on the vine.

  • By Anonym
    Josef Winkler

    A girl, hardly ten, holding a Barbie doll by its hair, bent over the edge of the fountain, sprinkled her face and forearms, and stared to the side for a moment as Piccoletto, who was also seated on the edge of the fountain, his legs outspread, chewing at his silver crucifix, pulled off his socks. The girl stared long into his leg holes at his balls hanging from his baggy yellow underwear and at the creased foreskin draped over the head of his large member.

  • By Anonym
    Josef Winkler

    A gypsy girl peeled a fresh green fig with her long and filthy red-lacquered fingernails.

  • By Anonym
    Josef Winkler

    A little humpbacked man with a waxen face, his cadaverous skin covered in black blotches, crossed himself and kissed the black fingertips of his emaciated hand, while a group of nodding bishops dressed in red, wiping the sweat from their chins with kerchiefs embroidered with yellow mitres, walked past him through Saint Peter's Square. His eyelids and eyelashes were painted black with mascara, his eyes were yellowish and blood-spotted, his sparse hair was dyed black, his moustache flecked with gray. Wheezing, he pulled his mouth open and closed and grasped his throat with a hand covered in golden rings.

  • By Anonym
    Josef Winkler

    Another gypsy girl — two gold upper teeth shone in the void of her harelip — lifted her right breast slightly and placed her nipple in the mouth of her child, whose eyelids were sealed shut with pus.

  • By Anonym
    Josef Winkler

    The offal vendor folded a beef tongue, wrapped it in paper, passed it to a Chinese woman and wiped the sprinkles of blood from the price tag with a damp washcloth.

  • By Anonym
    Josef Winkler

    Und wenn ich morgens auf meinem aus dem georgischen Dorf Besch-taschen stammenden Gebetsteppich knie, lasse ich den zahnlosen Bischof wieder aufleben, der ein enthäutetes, noch blutendes, aber ausgeweidetes Lamm mit einer Auferstehungsfahne dreimal im Zeichen des Kreuzes in die Höhe hebt und schreit: Hitler von Nazareth, König der Juden! denn ich habe so einen Haß auf die Katholische Kirche, daß ich am liebsten mit einer Kirchturmspitze aufs Herzjesu zulaufen möchte.

  • By Anonym
    Josef Winkler

    Wenn mich im Kärntner Drautal nicht so viele Menschen verachten und hassen würden, hätte ich mich schon längst den Garaus gemacht, aber denen den Gefallen tun? Nur über meine Leiche! Nein, nein, es bleibt dabei, die Lebenden sollen doch nicht von den Toten auferstehn, denn bei den Toten bin ich gerne, sie tun mir nichts und sind auch Menschen.