One has the impression that something is stirring inside [photographs] - it is as if one can hear little cries of despair, gémissements de désespoir... as if the photographs themselves had a memory and were remembering us and how we,… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
I've always been interested in photographs, collecting them not systematically but randomly. They get lost, then turn up again. — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“In the warmer months of the year one or other of those nocturnal insects quite often strays indoors from the small garden behind my… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“It is a sore point, because you do have advantages if you have access to more than one language. You also have problems, because… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
When I was a boy, I'd hide under the kitchen table and wind string around the chairs. I have a sense now that I… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
I've always felt that the traditional novel doesn't give you enough information about the narrator, and I think it's important to know the point… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
I came from anonymity, and I will continue to write as a private pursuit. — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
I don't want to talk about my trials and tribulations. Once you reveal even part of what your real problems might be in life,… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
Mine is a European imagination, shaped largely by my very promiscuous reading in German, French, English and, with greater difficulty, Italian. — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
I was brought up largely by my grandfather because my father only returned from a prisoner-of-war camp in 1947 and worked in the nearest… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
Places seem to me to have some kind of memory, in that they activate memory in those who look at them. — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
Men and animals regard each other across a gulf of mutual incomprehension. — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
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