Bruno Schulz said this quote

....the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the fire of high noon.

~ Bruno Schulz

And then as the knives and forks began to clank softly above the white tablecloths, the violins would rise alone, now suddenly mature although tentative and unsure just a short while before; slim and narrow-waisted, they eloquently proceeded with their task, took up again the lost human cause, and pleaded before the indifferent tribunal of stars, now set in a sky on which the shapes of the instruments floated like water signs or fragments of keys, unfinished lyres or swans, an imitatory, thoughtless starry commentary on the margin of music.

~ Bruno Schulz

Reality is as thin as paper, and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.

~ Bruno Schulz

They were villages forgotten in the depth of time, peopled by creatures chained forever to their tiny destinies.

~ Bruno Schulz