From the stars we come, to the stars we go. Life is but a journey into the unknown. Walter Moers More Quotes by Walter Moers More Quotes From Walter Moers Someone with an obsession for arranging things in alphabetical order was an abcedist, whereas someone with an obsession for arranging them in reverse alphabetical order was a zyxedist. Walter Moers reverse obsession order For some miracles can only occur in the dark. Walter Moers miracle dark No one who writes a good book is really dead. Walter Moers good-book writing book In my profession it isn’t a question of telling good literature from bad. Really good literature is seldom appreciated in its own day. The best authors die poor, the bad ones make money — it’s always been like that. What do I, an agent, get out of a literary genius who won’t be discovered for another hundred years? I’ll be dead myself then. Successful incompetents are what I need. Walter Moers genius successful years Life is too precious to be left to chance Walter Moers left chance life-is Ordinary folk prefer familiar tastes - they'd sooner eat the same things all the time - but a gourmet would sample a fried park bench just to know how it tastes. Walter Moers gourmet ordinary food Wednesdays were the best thing about Atlantis. The middle of the week was a traditional holiday there. Everyone stopped work and celebrated the fact that half the week was over. Walter Moers atlantis holiday half Reading is an intelligent way of not having to think. Walter Moers intelligent reading thinking On horseback you feel as if you're moving in time to classical music; a camel seems to progress to the beat of a drum played by a drunk. Walter Moers horse drunk moving never trust a Troglotroll Walter Moers never-trust I now understood the secret of music and knew what makes it so infinitely superior to all the other arts: its incorporeality. Once it has left an instrument it becomes its own master, a free and independent creature of sound, weightless, incorporeal and perfectly in tune with the universe. Walter Moers independent secret art The problem is this: in order to make money- lots of money- we don't need flawless literary masterpieces. What we need is mediocre rubbish, trash suitable for mass consumption. More and more, bigger and bigger blockbusters of less and less significance. What counts is the paper we sell, not the words that are printed on it. Walter Moers paper order needs This is wine," Ghoolion said solemnly. "Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle. Wine can be a melody in a cut-glass goblet, but it can also be a cacophony in a dirty tumbler, or a rainy autumn night, or a funeral march that scorches your tongue. Walter Moers wine summer dirty Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle. Walter Moers cacophony wine summer The written word is redundant on the high seas. Why? Because paper gets wet too easily. Walter Moers redundant paper sea Sometimes, in the course of my hopeless quest, I would pick up and dip into one of the ordinary books that lay strewn around the castle. Whenever I did, it seemed so insipid and insubstantial that I flew into a rage and hurled it at the wall after reading the first few sentences. I was spoilt for any other form of literature, and the mental torment I endured was comparable to the agony of unrequited love compounded by the withdrawal symptoms associated with a severe addiction. Walter Moers wall love book People always covet what they themselves do not possess. Walter Moers people Anyone can write. Some people can write a bit better than others; they're called authors. Then there are some who can write better than authors; they're called artists. Walter Moers artist writing people If flatness were funny, a dinner plate would be hilarious. Walter Moers flatness dinner-plates would-be A bluebear has twenty-seven lives. I shall recount thirteen-and-a-half of them in this book but keep quiet about the rest. A bear must have his secrets, after all; they make him seem attractive and mysterious. Walter Moers twenties secret book
