Walter Moers cytaty

„Czytanie jest inteligentną metodą oszczędzenia sobie samodzielnego myślenia.”

„Pisanie jest desperacką próbą wydarcia z samotności odrobiny godności i trochę pieniędzy.”

„Od gwiazd pochodzimy i ku gwiazdom zmierzamy. Życie jest jedynie podróżą w nieznane.”

„Czy to nie absurdalne, że wspomnienia o dobrych czasach o wiele częściej doprowadzają do łez, niż wspomnienia o tych złych?”

„Każdy, kto napisał dobrą książkę, nie jest do końca martwy”

„Ciekawość jest najpotężniejszą siłą napędową w kosmosie, ponieważ jest w stanie pokonać dwie największe siły hamujące: rozsądek i strach.”

“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.”

“No one who writes a good book is really dead.”

“never trust a Troglotroll”

“Reading is an intelligent way of not having to think.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Life is too precious to be left to chance”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

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