3 Quotes by Marcus Speh

Using something real does not destroy the fantastical; it underlines it.

Suddenly, the wind got hold of the hammock. Leaves murmured. It was cold and the sun had gone down.

The serious writer was aware of a paradox at the heart of his art: his inner world, the place of the strongest stories, was infinite, but it was also embedded in – if this was possible! – an even more infinite universe of all things to write about. It was like seeing the Grand Canyon from outer space – a huge gorge that looked like a thin trickle, impossible to miss, hard to hit.