"The only thing a poet or writer has to say is life in its wealth of a thousand colors and a thousand sounds..." Kosztolányi admits. It is precisely this diversity, the variety of themes, genres, moods, and styles that is the main value and charm of the volume Mindent bivallhatok, which collects rare and novel pieces of the writer's oeuvre.
Portfolios, confessions from Kosztolányi's pen, written in green ink, about world affairs, his own life, everyday life. He gave his answers to circular questions, in which he often tells all the secrets that are worth knowing and feeling in relation to a banal proposition, for example, about the female ideal or marriage. Conversations, interviews about creation, inspiration, art, literature. The memories of the wife, Ilona Harmos, and the son, Ádám Kosztolányi.

The volume emerges in a nuanced and sensitive way. immortalized artist and the portrait of the fallible, mortal man. His entire life is presented to the reader, from his early school years, his first attempt at literature, until his death.
He confesses honestly about himself, proudly accepts himself: "I am what I am." And about who he really is. Small, everyday things that prove that, contrary to his statement, the writer does not live only on paper. After all, it turns out that before he became a vegetarian, his favorite food was veal stew with cottage cheese, or he smokes forty cigarettes a day, drinks black coffee, and sniffs the perfume bottles on his desk to get inspiration. And you make various jokes to tease your friends.
He forms a radical opinion on serious moral issues, social problems, and the war, introduces him to his writing method, defines what good poetry and literature are: what the poet pursues with the same pleasure as kissing. Whatever he examines, as a great observer, he sees and sees the essence with a sharp eye, and even if with humor, he always puts it into words with cutting precision. Because you know, the word, literature is action, playing with words is like playing with life itself. "Words are... lions that have torn apart giants."
Nothing proves this better than the book Mindent váváhlátok.