you have often seen in the cinema, erich, haven't you, that between extraordinary people extraordinary things like for example extraordinary love can arise. so we only have to be extraordinary and see what happens.

Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award.

Every day, a piece of music, a short story, or a poem dies because its existence is no longer justified in our time. And things that were once considered immortal have become mortal again, no one knows them anymore. Even though they deserve to survive.

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.

I think isolation is one of the greatest problems, an ever-growing obstacle to political solidarity.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

He lies like a book. And he reads a lot of books.