“Suddenly, the wind got hold of the hammock. Leaves murmured. It was cold and the sun had gone down.” — Marcus Speh Gisela Copy Share Image
“The serious writer was aware of a paradox at the heart of his art: his inner world, the place of the strongest… — Marcus Speh Art Copy Share Image
“Gerbert, by the window, shuddered; his mouth contorted. The witch began to twist faster and faster while her twin was talking to… — Marcus Speh Gisela Copy Share Image
“Using something real does not destroy the fantastical; it underlines it.” — Marcus Speh Fantastical Copy Share Image
“That night, Gregory dreamt of his mother. It was a dream that he'd have carried to his therapist like a raw, precious… — Marcus Speh Childhood Copy Share Image
“I am a bomb but I mean you no harm. That I still am here to tell this, is a miracle: I… — Marcus Speh Bomb Copy Share Image
