The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

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

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

I think, as the writer, you're always going to mourn something [left out of a film]. But you also just want to know there's a good reason for it being left out. On the whole, you want to give something to somebody creative. The worst thing you can do is say, "Here, be creative, but do it like I want you to do it." I was always very mindful of that.