What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand. — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished. — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
Whatever I read went under my skin. I almost devoured the literature, which became like a road to discovery. — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
I have always written only for myself - to clarify things, to clarify things with myself, to understand in an inner way… — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
Through writing, one experiences something different to what one experiences with the five senses one has because language is a different metier. — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
In writing, one searches, and that is what keeps one writing, that one sees and experiences things from another angle entirely; one… — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
If, in the very first pages, I'm forced to read gratuitous phrases or banal metaphors, I won't be able to get inside… — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
“And I’m different without you. You’re the only one who thinks you’re never different.” — Herta Müller Copy Share
“I wanted to work out a trade with things that aren’t alive but aren’t dead either. I wanted to make an emergency exchange, trading… — Herta Müller Copy Share
My first book, 'Nadirs,' was very important for me. I'll leave its literary worth for others to judge. But its publication in Berlin in… — Herta Muller Copy Share
“I'm drawn outside to the empty yard of the afternoon. The wind tosses thin snow that crackles against my neck. With open hunger the… — Herta Müller Copy Share
“The cabbage white flies through the tailor's cheek. The tailor sinks his head. The cabbage white flies out of the back of the tailor's… — Herta Müller Copy Share
“The reasaon I'm shy of objects is because I like them. I transfer the thoughts that are against me onto them. Then these thoughts… — Herta Müller Copy Share
“The gym instructor was the first to raise his hand. All the other hands flew up after his. While raising their hands, everybody looked… — Herta Müller Copy Share
I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I… — Herta Muller Copy Share
To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished. — Herta Muller Copy Share
Some people speak and sing and walk and sit and sleep and silence their homesickness, for a long time, and to no avail. Some… — Herta Muller Copy Share
“I wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it’s mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children’s teeth, like hair,… — Herta Müller Copy Share
Whatever I read went under my skin. I almost devoured the literature, which became like a road to discovery. — Herta Muller Copy Share
“Some say that over time homesickness loses its specific content, that it starts to smolder and only then becomes all-consuming, because it’s no longer… — Herta Müller Copy Share
