At the most we gaze at it in wonder, a kind of wonder which in itself is a form of dawning horror, for somehow we know by instinct that outsize buildings cast the shadow of their own destruction before them,… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
In my photographic work I was always especially entranced... 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 again if… — 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
