Walter Moers quotes:

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  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • If flatness were funny, a dinner plate would be hilarious.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • For some miracles can only occur in the dark.

  • From the stars we come, to the stars we go. Life is but a journey into the unknown.

  • Life is too precious to be left to chance

  • Reading is an intelligent way of not having to think.

  • Stealing from one author is plagiarism; from many authors, research.

  • The written word is redundant on the high seas. Why? Because paper gets wet too easily.

  • Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle.

  • never trust a Troglotroll

  • That was a day that taught me the meaning of abject failure.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Im as good as dead, but they haven't buried me yet.

  • No one who writes a good book is really dead.

  • 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.

  • People always covet what they themselves do not possess.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Writers are there to write, not experience things. If you want to experience things, become a pirate or a Bookhunter. If you want to write, write. If you can't find the makings of a story inside yourself, you won't find them anywhere.

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