THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.

She kept watching the words.

You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.

I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.

When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.