Gypsies Quotes

“I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

“On my desk is an appeal from the National Museum of American Jewish History in Philadelphia. It asks me to become a sponsor and donor of this soon-to-be-opened institution, while an accompanying leaflet has enticing photographs of Bob Dylan, Betty Friedan, Sandy Koufax, Irving Berlin, Estee Lauder, Barbra Streisand, Albert Einstein, and Isaac Bashevis Singer. There is something faintly kitsch about this, as there is in the habit of those Jewish papers that annually list Jewish prize-winners from the Nobel to the Oscars. (It is apparently true that the London Jewish Chronicle once reported the result of a footrace under the headline 'Goldstein Fifteenth.') However, I think I may send a contribution. Other small 'races' have come from unpromising and hazardous beginnings to achieve great things—no Roman would have believed that the brutish inhabitants of the British Isles could ever amount to much—and other small 'races,' too, like Gypsies and Armenians, have outlived determined attempts to eradicate and exterminate them. But there is something about the persistence, both of the Jews and their persecutors, that does seem to merit a museum of its own.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

“That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas”
― JoAnne Kenrick, When A Mullo Loves A Woman

“Gypsies have no boundaries. They have primitive, untamed personalities and 'that look in their eyes.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“For the Gypsy, it’s moments in time that count, not interpretations or rhetorical questions or resolutions or justifications, and not even the journey’s end, for the journey never ends. Just moments in time. They are born for disappearing”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“The Gypsies favour hazardous and threatening freedom over serene and tranquil servitude any day of the week.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“The Gypsies are living poetry”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“Your soul may well consist of artists and artisans, crooks and charlatans, writers and wanderers, poets and performers, vagabonds and visionaries, cigar box jugglers and contortionists, sword swallowers, storey-tellers and snake worshippers, fire eaters and fire dancers, human cannonballs, treasure hunters, swashbuckling pirates, pilgrims, Bedouin tribesmen and Gypsies. Everything that’s rash and wild inside of you is striving for freedom. And I’m not asking for this to hit you like an epiphany. It’s not supposed to. But if you read that list of misfits above and gave just the tiniest of nods – even at a deep subliminal level – then you understand”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“Just you and me and the road. Just a couple of tramps, just a couple of gypsies, that's it, but we'll be together.”
― James M. Cain, The Postman Always Rings Twice

“What about those of us who just don’t fit in, who feel as if we were born on the Wrong Planet, or in the wrong time period? Where did we come from? Is this a whole counter-culture that’s new to the planet, moving us forward? Have we finally reached the Age of Aquarius? Is it now! Is the moon in the seventh house? Has Jupiter finally aligned with Mars? And are we right now getting ready to see mystic crystal revelation where love will steer the stars?

Afraid not. There have always been people who see the world differently from everyone else. And there always will be. If you’re one of the ‘chosen ones’ then you come from a long line of Gypsies, tramps and thieves, of rebels and revolutionaries, of pagans, infidels and sceptics. This is your heritage, and you have much to be proud of”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“He envied her, sensing that she lived each day as if it was her last.”
― B.J. Daniels, Outlaw's Honor

“Gypsies, as you know, often seem sinister to the rest of us, but that's only because they have character. Travelling from town to town, living in caravans, buying or selling whatever is at hand.
The adventure of it all”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“Too much shit has been written about Gypsies, mostly by American women who’ve never even talked to a Gypsy, let alone spent time in their company, but whose claim to fame is that their parents were at Woodstock.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“With a horse and cart, a ferret, a dog and a gun, who could not be happy?”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“All Romani dialects – about 60 in all - contain Armenian words, proof if you will that the Lom Bosha passed through Armenia in the early 11th century, trading spices along the Great Silk Road, that network of ancient trade routes connecting China with the Mediterranean and the Black Sea. The Romani traded Armenian carpets, silk, dyes, lapis lazuli and tin, and it’s no surprise that five capitals of Armenia are on The Great Silk Road.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“She didn’t need anyone to tell her he was all wrong for her and yet…”
― B.J. Daniels, Outlaw's Honor

“The motorcycle’s headlights cut through the darkness. Ahead the road was nothing but a black hole. She roared toward it.”
― B.J. Daniels, Outlaw's Honor

“If someone skilled at studying moons, planets, stars and other celestial bodies such as galaxies, comets, asteroids and gamma-ray bursts were to analyse the Romani migration and settlement patterns, as they wandered India and Persia 1500 years ago, passing through Armenia in the early 9th century, trading spices, incense, rugs, fabrics, colouring agents and jewellery along the Great Silk Road, and then beginning to establish themselves in Europe, arriving in Transylvania in the 13th century, and then onto Germany, Switzerland, Italy, France and England in the 14th century they may very well discover that their routes mirrored that of the stars”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“The ability to step aside from the rest of the world has given the Gypsies a lot of survival skills to match their really dark sense of humour. The Gypsies are survivors”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“I've always heard that Gypsies are known for their charm. An unfounded myth, it seems."
Cam's golden eyes narrowed into tigerish slits. "We're also known for carrying off gadji maidens.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

“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.”
― Josef Winkler, Natura morta

“And as abruptly
She had gone on, hither, thither,
Among the tables and vanished, leaving her words
Heavier than the Cathedral,
Bigger, darker, founded far deeper -
My whole body taking their weight
Like a newer or much older religion
In me alone, to be carried
Everywhere with me - deeper catacombs.
And with a stronger God.”
― Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters

“To jedyny w świecie lud, który chce tylko pokoju. Żadna wojna nie wybuchała przez Cygana. Nie chcemy walczyć, bo się boimy. Bo kochamy życie. Bo o co mamy się bić? Cygan nie wie, co to bój o idee. Taka mentalność to błąd, przez nią nie mamy państwa.”
― Lidia Ostałowska, Cygan to Cygan

“Their flag has two background colours: green representing the ground below, and blue for the sky above. In its centre it depicted a wheel: this symbolized the image of the Romani people as travellers and, resembling the 24-spoke wheel known as the Ashoka Chatra which features in the centre of the flag of India, it served as a reference to the Roms' historical country of origin.”
― Yaron Matras, I Met Lucky People: The Story of the Romani Gypsies

“But I do hold the view that we need to rethink and revise our picture of the Romani people and to move away from the literary images and brands, and on to understanding the real everyday lives and aspirations of a real people.”
― Yaron Matras

“People are often surprised to hear that Romani is in fact a fully fledged language just like any other, that it has its origins in India, that it is related to Sanskrit, an ancient language associated with Indian scholarship and religion, and that it has been preserved by the Romani populations through oral traditions and in a variety of dialects for many centuries.”
― Yaron Matras, I Met Lucky People: The Story of the Romani Gypsies

“An authentically chosen people, the Gypsies bear the responsibility for no event, for no institution. They
have triumphed over the earth by their desire to found nothing upon it.”
― Emil M. Cioran, المياه كلها بلون الغرق

“Sinuous and beautiful fortune-tellers, stagily coifed and ear-ringed and flounced in tiers of yellow and magenta and apple-green, perfunctorily shuffled their cards and proffered them in dog-eared fans as they strolled through the crowds, laying soft-voiced and unrelenting siege to every stranger they met.”
― Patrick Leigh Fermor, A Time of Gifts

“Don’t want white,” retorted the girl, lifting her chin so that she appeared haughty and queenly, although she was pouting. “I’m a gittin’ married in black n’ red.” Under her breath she whispered, I’ll be the Queen of the Gypsies!”
― Suzy Davies, The Snow Queen

“I knew exactly what was going on, but I unfortunately didn't have a firearm.
(Adam have most likely offered someone 6000 Euros, to end this all, then and there. Tomas. 10%)
Only a mini baseball bat. A Louisville Slugger. And Martina’s weapon of choice: a broom. The witches’ vehicle.
Before I could tell him to go to Hell, a neighbor exited the building and let the stranger claiming to be from the gas company inside. Now the stranger dressed in black was running up the 94 stairs.
I could hear his footsteps approaching. I didn't have time to react, grab the biggest knife from the kitchen, and stand by my entrance door. He was already upstairs, right outside my apartment door.

He began knocking loudly and aggressively, whether with his metal ring or a lighter.

I looked through the peephole, but he had covered it with a black folder, which I soon realized was an iPad. Covering his face. Covering my eyes.

The same speech repeated played through the iPad, ensuring that I wouldn't recognize his voice and open the door.
„I am from the gas company, looking for Tomas Adam Nyapi.”

He kept playing in a prerecorded voice on the iPad outside my door, "Open up", "It's the gas company", and "We are looking for Tomas Adam Nyapi." I was trying to pay attention and make sense of it all, trying to figure out who it could be. But the Catalan girl couldn't keep quiet and yelled at the person in Spanish with her strong Catalan accent, after a minute or two: "Who are you and what do you want? Go away before I call the police!"
Suddenly, the stranger began sprinting down the 94 stairs upon realizing that I wasn't alone. In case the reason for his visit wasn't clear enough.
He was running so fast that he nearly stumbled, clearly determined to prevent me from catching up with him. I swung open my door and peered down the stairwell, straining my eyes to discern his identity, but the darkness obscured any details in the vertical tunnel below.
By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, I hurried to my loggia to catch a glimpse of him. He was tall and thin, with long legs, and his strides were hurried and distinct, unlike anyone else. Deep inside, I knew it was Mario Larese. Mister Twister. I recognized his movements, but it wasn't until 2023 that I had concrete confirmation. An evidence orgy.
Mario had been sent to either spy on me or seek revenge for my closure of the club, with him being responsible for triggering the landslide, the avalanche. The mafia had dispatched Mario to finish what he/they had started. With Adam and the rest of them.
Mario. Adam. Nico. Ferran. „The Beatles.” „Plus Yoko.”
The Nazi junkies had sent him to deliver the final blow, the fatal shot, the kill. It was Mario who was accountable - the thief, the liar, the "Romanian gypsy."
To deliver „The Final Solution”, to sever ties. And keep that 60,000 as well of course.
Shortly after the stranger (Mario) had left our address Martina called me on the phone.”
― Tomas Adam Nyapi, BARCELONA MARIJUANA MAFIA