“Rumo!" said Rumo. "That's right!" Smyke exclaimed. "You Rumo, me Smyke." "You Rumo, me Smyke." Rumo repeated eagerly. "No, no." Smyke chuckled.” — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
“Approaching the forest from the west was no army, but a delegation of Grailsundanian master surgeons on their way to an appendix… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
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… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
“If what I reading has the power to grip me, I can read under the most difficult circumstances.” — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
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… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
“Really good literature is seldom appreciated in its own day. The best authors die poor, the bad ones make money - it's always been… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
Writers are there to write, not experience things. If you want to experience things, become a pirate or a Bookhunter. If you want to… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
“If he survived Roaming Rock, he kept telling himself, death would have lost its sting.” — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
Sometimes, in the course of my hopeless quest, I would pick up and dip into one of the ordinary books that lay strewn around… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
“Da ist auch noch ein anderer Geruch in der Luft, der Geruch von Feuern, die in der Ferne brennen, mit einem Hauch Zimt darin… — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
