Author of quotes: Heinrich Boll. Page 11

... I hate to explain poetic images. Either understand me or not. To interpret the texts are not my specialty.

I have long ceased to talk with people about money and about art. Where these categories into each other, it's not good: the art is either underpaid or overpaid.

The outsider (everyone is in this position relative to everyone else) is judged on the position of the other differently than the one who is directly involved - either too gloomy or too optimistic, and so in all cases: whether it is happiness or unhappiness, love tragedy or creative degradation.

The people of the earth are not only intelligent, but they are humane and generous brothers in Christ.

Silence is a good weapon...

He had only to give vent to all this: "And remember...", and the past faded... would Such errors always make meeting school friends and drinking comrades in the dreary gatherings. Fleeting reminiscence of the movement of the hand, such as sound, smell more content than in many hours of boastful chatter.

A family without a black sheep kind of bland and devoid of character.

Happiness that lasts more than a second or more than two or three seconds - empty to me.

You treat love like a Sparkler... and she's dynamite.

Oh, how I hate you all for what you feel like life goes on. Sprinkle the death ashes of oblivion as ice sprinkled with ash. For children, Oh, for the sake of the children: it sounds great and is an excellent excuse for; to fill the world with new widows new husbands, who will die and make their wives widows. To conclude a new marriage... you're Pathetic nobodies. Do you anything better than you can imagine?... "Faithfully keep the child and your wife... a Marriage made in heaven". And they smile like the augurs, and pray in their churches, to brave men, safe and sound, cheerfully, cheerfully walked to war to incessantly worked factory widows. Enough postman to bring the news, and priests too, enough to cautiously prepare you for this lead... If you start early, sixteen, like me, until the blessed end you can have a great time five or six times to visit the widows and to stay young... a Solemn oath, a solemn unions, and with a meek smile you are presented with a mystery: a marriage made in heaven.

The best in movies, cozy and warm. Nobody's looking, nobody's talking to you, and you can afford it, why not allow anywhere else, and forgotten.

Order is half of life... not only know what is in her second half.

No, I have not reconciled with the world in which one movement or one misunderstood word can cost a man's life.

... mysteries, clothed in words, murderous...