How I wished during those sleepless hours that I belonged to a different nation, or better still, to none at all.
W. G. SebaldOnly in the books written in earlier times did she sometimes think she found some faint idea of what it might be like to be alive.
W. G. SebaldA wonderful story collection set between one place and another and shaped by a fearless sense of comedy.
W. G. SebaldWe learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that's performed upon it.
W. G. SebaldIt makes oneโs head heavy and giddy, as if one were not looking back down the receding perspectives of time but rather down on the earth from a great height, from one of those towers whose tops are lost to view in the clouds
W. G. SebaldTo set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.
W. G. Sebald