Walter Moers Quotes

He was the best bad idea I ever had.

Rumo!" said Rumo.
"That's right!" Smyke exclaimed. "You Rumo, me Smyke."
"You Rumo, me Smyke." Rumo repeated eagerly.
"No, no." Smyke chuckled.

"That's right!"" title="Walter Moers Quotes: Rumo!" said Rumo.
"That's right!"" width="913px" height="515px" loading="lazy"/>

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, weightless, incorporeal and perfectly in tune with the universe.

If he survived Roaming Rock, he kept telling himself, death would have lost its sting.

Im as good as dead, but they haven't buried me yet.

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 authors; they're called artists.

It's quite simple, just follow the dotted line," the Planmaker explained. "Don't let any bad idea lead you astray. Don't let them persuade you to take a short cut or take one yourself. Life is a winding path. One sometimes has to make detours. That's my humble opinion, anyway.

Where shadows dim with shadows mate,
in caverns deep and dark.
Where old books dream of bygone days,
when they were wood and bark ...

...I simply wasn't born to remain in the same place for evermore...

Ordinary folk prefer familiar tastes - they'd sooner eat the same things all the time - but a gourmet would sample a fried park bench just to know how it tastes.

That was a day that taught me the meaning of abject failure.

However great the challenge, it's easier to overcome with a decent meal inside of you.

Nothing is what one thinks it is. Cloth is stone and circus is an art. There are no certainties.

I know people whose lives have been transformed by a good deed.

I had dispensed with a rudder on the principal that fate must be given a chance.

Few minded what their fellow citizens got up to as long as they themselves were left in peace.

Someone with an obsession for arranging things in alphabetical order was an abcedist, whereas someone with an obsession for arranging them in reverse alphabetical order was a zyxedist.

From the stars we come, to the stars we go. Life is but a journey into the unknown.

When bad habits become a habit, you have to turn over a new leaf.

There's a reason for every journey, and mine was prompted by boredom and the recklessness of youth, by a wish to break the bounds of my normal existence and familiarise myself with life and the world at large.

The Central Indian Trifakirs, though something of a pest, were quite harmless. They always appeared in threes, of course, and made a practice of handing out muddle-headed philosophical tracts.

Knowledge is night!

I will quote one sentence from this text, namely, the one with which it ended. It was also the sentence which finally dissolved the writer's block that had inhibited the author from starting work. I have since used it whenever I myself have been gripped by fear of the blank sheet in front of me. It is infallible, and its effect is always the same: the knot unravels and a stream of words gushes out on to the virgin paper. It acts like a magic spell and I sometimes fancy it really is one. But, even if it isn't the work of a sorcerer, it is certainly the most brilliant sentence any writer has ever devised. It runs: 'This is where my story begins.'

For some miracles can only occur in the dark.

No one who writes a good book is really dead.

Stealing from one author is plagiarism; from many authors, research.

I've never thought much of strictly organised and methodical study. You can't arrange a library in alphabetical order until you've collected one.

Really good literature is seldom appreciated in its own day. The best authors die poor, the bad ones make money - it's always been like that.

Wednesdays were the best thing about Atlantis. The middle of the week was a traditional holiday there. Everyone stopped work and celebrated the fact that half the week was over.

He gave me a look of mingled anticipation, curiosity, and compassion, like a cat with a captive bird in its claws.

If flatness were funny, a dinner plate would be hilarious.

This is wine," Ghoolion said solemnly. "Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle. Wine can be a melody in a cut-glass goblet, but it can also be a cacophony in a dirty tumbler, or a rainy autumn night, or a funeral march that scorches your tongue.

WI felt I ought to comment on that, but nothing occurred to me.

Wine is drinkable sunlight. It's the most glorious summer's day imaginable, captured in a bottle.

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.

never trust a Troglotroll

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 played by a drunk.

Picture to yourself the most beautiful girl imaginable! She was so beautiful that there would be no point, in view of my meagre talent for storytelling, in even trying to put her beauty into words. That would far exceed my capabilities, so I'll refrain from mentioning whether she was a blonde or a brunette or a redhead, or whether her hair was long or short or curly or smooth as silk. I shall also refrain from the usual comparisons where her complexion was concerned, for instance milk, velvet, satin, peaches and cream, honey or ivory, Instead, I shall leave it entirely up to your imagination to fill in this blank with your own ideal of feminine beauty.

The written word is redundant on the high seas. Why? Because paper gets wet too easily.

Writers are there to write, not experience things. If you want to experience things, become a pirate or a Bookhunter. If you want to write, write. If you can't find the makings of a story inside yourself, you won't find them anywhere.

I never trained, however, because I was a spontaneous talent. Practising spoiled my style.

People always covet what they themselves do not possess.

...but I was urged on by a courage born of despair.

Reading is an intelligent way of not having to think.

Life is too precious to be left to chance