In this county, we had to walk, eat, sleep and love in fear.
I wanted to get out of our thimble of a town, where every stone had eyes.
Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity".
To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.
I have always written only for myself - to clarify things, to clarify things with myself, to understand in an inner way what is actually happening.
Who can take a single step with his head?