Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

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

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.

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.

He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.