100 Quotes by Herta Müller

سرشب چراغ انتهای هر خیابان خاموش و روشن می‌شد. آن چراغ به تکرار به حول‌وحوش خود هشدار می‌داد که شب فرارسیدهاست. خانه‌ها از رهگذران حاشیه خود کوچک‌تر می‌شدند. پل‌ها از ترامواهایی که از روی آنها می‌گذشت کوچک‌تر می‌شدند و درختان از صورت کسانی که یک‌به‌یک از زیر آنها می‌گذشتند.

In writing, one searches, and that is what keeps one writing, that one sees and experiences things from another angle entirely; one experiences oneself during the process of writing.

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.

What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand.

I have always written only for myself - to clarify things, to clarify things with myself, to understand in an inner way what is actually happening.

If you live with death threats, you need friends. So you have to risk that they might spy on you.

The more words we are allowed to take, the freer we become. If our mouth is banned, then we attempt to assert ourselves through gestures, even objects. They are more difficult to interpret, and take time before they arouse suspicion.

In Romanian society, I am not particularly well-liked. I don't often receive invitations.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.