“Do you understand, Jakob?” the apothecary whispered. “This isn’t war; this is worse. The war was fought according to bloody rules, but faith is like a mad beast—once it’s broken out, it can no longer be controlled.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
“If you want to know who is responsible for anything, as who benefits from it.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Alcohol was a good friend, but it was also jealous and would tolerate no competition.” — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“...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 Image
“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 Image
