Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen leaves with four shoes and in one’s mind to rub bare feet. To let and rent hearts; or… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
I had an uncle who was a postal official at the Polish post office in Gdansk. He was one of the defenders of the Polish postal service and, after it capitulated, was shot by the Germans under the provisions of… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
Melancholy has ceased to be an individual phenomenon, an exception. It has become the class privilege of the wage earner, a mass state of… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle - absolute busyness - then utopia and melancholy will come… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
I have often supported Israel, I have often visited the country and want the country to exist and at last find peace with its… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
Whenever there has been talk of exterminating rats, others, who were not rats, have been exterminated. — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
“You can begin a story in the middle and create confusion by striking out boldly, backward and forward. You can be modern, put aside… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
There must be reasons why we men are so hipped on breasts as if we'd all been weaned too soon. — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
Often I had to imagine the things I needed. I learned very early to read amidst noise. And so I started writing and drawing… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
What does a river like the Vistula carry away with it? Everything that goes to pieces: wood, glass, pencils, pacts ... chairs, bones, and… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen leaves with… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
“They had tried doing it by themselves in her room with a cheap onion, but it wasn't the same. You needed an audience. It… — Günter Grass Copy Share Image
