When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves. — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
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
What can be said about chronic hunger. Perhaps that there's a hunger that can make you sick with hunger. That it comes… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished. — Herta Muller Copy Share Image
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 Image
