Absolut / Absolute Buch / Book Drei / Three Einmal / Once Könnte / Could Monate / Months Schrieb / Wrote Sprechen / Speak Stille / Silence Verurteilt / Condemned
About three months before a contest, I drink a lot of water. I start to drink a lot of water.
Let the veil of silence fall presently over what happened afterwards. Silence, too, can speak out.
To return to the books of my childhood is to yield to the strain of nostalgia that is curious about the self I once was.
To be sure I must; and therefore I may assume that your silence gives consent.
If you think about it, every single species is endangered. Homo sapiens at the front of the line, mosquitoes and lawyers at the back.
Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.
To write a book about improvisation is partly a contradiction in terms. Improvisation is spontaneous. It's in the moment.
I don't care about movies. I tend to play badminton once a week.
It is not about writing those hits again. I am sure I could write them, but it is about the sensibilities.
