I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.

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

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.