"Als das Kind Kind war, ging es mit hängenden Armen, wollte der Bach sei ein Fluß, der Fluß sei ein Strom, und diese P…"

"Als das Kind Kind war, war es die Zeit der folgenden Fragen: Warum bin ich ich und warum nicht du? Warum bin ich hier…"

"First, I'll have a bath. Then I'll be shaved by a Turkish barber who will massage me down to the fingertips. Then I'l…"

"Now it's serious. At last it's becoming serious. So I've grown older. Was I the only one who wasn't serious? Is it ou…"

"Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desi…"

"Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world, both an infant and an ancient, and th…"

"What is wrong with peace that its inspiration doesn't endure?"

"Where are my heroes? Where are you, my children? Where are my own, the curious ones, the first, the original ones? Na…"

"[in German] Tell me of the men, women, and children who will look for me - me, their storyteller, their bard, their c…"

"Are there still borders? More than ever! Every street has its borderline. Between each plot, there's a strip of no-ma…"