The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.

How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.

Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.

I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside.

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.