“Memory, he added in a postscript, often strikes me as a kind of a dumbness. It makes one's head heavy and giddy, as if one were not looking back down the receding perspectives of time but rather down from a… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“In my photographic work I was always especially entranced, said Austerlitz, by the moment when the shadows of reality, so to speak, emerge out of nothing on the exposed paper, as memories do in the middle of the night, darkening… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“The tiny features below, taken together with the gentle mass of Montblanc towering above them, the Vanoise glacier almost invisible in the shimmering distance,… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“...I was just laying aside a Lausanne paper I'd bought in Zurich when my eye was caught by a report that said the remains… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“Is the destruction not, rather, irrefutable proof that the catastrophes which develop, so to speak, in our hands and seem to break out suddenly… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“You adulterate the truth as you write. There isn't any pretense that you try to arrive at the literal truth. And the only consolation… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“In this little booklet, which had belonged to a maternal great-uncle of ... mine, who spent some time working as an office clerk in… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“It is hard, said Mme Landau, when I told her about those railway lessons, in the end it is hard to know what it… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“...I remembered the story Evan the cobbler had told me, about the two headstreams of Dwy Fawr and Dwy Fach which are said to… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“Once I am at leisure, said Salvatore, I take refuge in prose as one might in a boat. All day long I am surrounded… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“What distinguishes art from such undertaker's business is that life's closeness to death is its theme, not its addiction.” — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“Looking at those gashed bodies, and at the witnesses of the execution, doubled up by grief like snapped reeds, I gradually understood that, beyond… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“I have even begun to speak in foreign tongues roaming like a nomad in my own town.” — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
“From the outset my main concern was with the shape and the self-contained nature of discrete things, the curve of banisters on a staircase,… — W.G. Sebald Copy Share Image
