“Simon loved the bitter aroma that made it possible for him to think clearly. With coffee he could solve the toughest of problems and now, more than ever, he needed some.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share Image
“That morning, when Simon, at the end of a long night, had climbed out of the tunnels, he had believed that nothing could ever be the same as it had been before. But he had been wrong. Life was going… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share Image
“Do you know what is the driving force in every good play?” He looked at the two women questioningly. When they didn’t respond, he… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“I tell my seven-year-old son about his remarkable forefathers. I leave out the bloody details. (For him these people are like knights, which sounds… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“If you want to know who is responsible for anything, as who benefits from it.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“That’s what we have to find out, but it surely has nothing to do with a mountain, a witch, or other such folderol.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“Drums rumbled, cymbals clanged, and somewhere a fiddle was playing. The aroma of deep-fried doughnuts and roasted meat drifted down to the foul-smelling tanners’… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“True, it was customary in Schongau that the hangman could spare the offender if he married her. But Johannes Kuisl had a wife already,… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“Alcohol was a good friend, but it was also jealous and would tolerate no competition.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“These women with their feminine wisdom had always been suspect to men. They knew potions and herbs; they touched women in indecent spots; and… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“...we are trying, in a world of increasing complexity, to create a simpler and more understandable place for ourselves. No longer do we grow… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“I believe in evil, but not in ghosts. Only we humans can be evil; we don’t need ghosts for that.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“We delight in marvelous things. One proof of that is that everyone embellishes somewhat when telling a story in the assumption he is pleasing… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“Growing children are like foals. If they’re not given room to run, they’ll lash out in every direction.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
“How he hated this guard who was so obsessed with the bureaucracy. People like him would be the downfall of civilization.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share
