“
The sky’s blue eyes are falling shut,
shut, too, the house’s many eyes;
fields sleep beneath their coverlet –
so go to sleep now, little Blaise.
”
— Jozsef Attila
“When you read this note, I will no longer be among the living. Dear sir, dear Aunt Irma, please forgive me. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to be a tulip any more.”
— “Tulip in Crisis” by Örkény István