She was a keen observer, a precise user of language, sharp-tongued and funny. She could stir your emotions. Yes, really, that's what she was so good at - stirring people's emotions, moving you. And she knew she had this power...I only realized later. At the time, I had no idea what she was doing to me.

Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.

I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport.

I have read all my novels that were translated into English. Reading my novels is enjoyable because I forget almost all the content in them.