A bluebear has twenty-seven lives. I shall recount thirteen-and-a-half of them in this book but keep quiet about the rest. A bear must have his secrets, after all; they make him seem attractive and mysterious. — Walter Moers Copy Share Image
I now understood the secret of music and knew what makes it so infinitely superior to all the other arts: its incorporeality. Once it has left an instrument it becomes its own master, a free and independent creature of sound,… — 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
