Hans-Uwe Bauer famous quotes

I used to be afraid of two things - being alone and not being able to write. Since Albert's death, I don't care about writing or about other people.
-- Hans-Uwe Bauer

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Let us not doubt that God has a father's pity towards us, and that in the removal of that which is dearest to us He is still loving and kind. Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.

Hypocrite: The man who murdered his parents, and then pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan.

He who is completely sanctified, or cleansed from all sin, and dies in this state, is fit for glory.

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

So die as though your funeral Ushered you through the doors that led Into a stately banquet hall Where heroes banqueted.

This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.

Because of a friend, life is a little stronger, fuller, more gracious thing for the friend's existence, whether he be near or far. If the friend is close at hand, that is best; but if he is far away he still is there to think of, to wonder about, to hear from, to write to, to share life and experience with, to serve, to honor, to admire, to love.

Back in the days when American billboard advertising was in flower [said Hemingway], there were two slogans that I always rated above all others: the old Cremo Cigar ad that proclaimed, Spit Is a Horrid Word-but Worse on the end of Your Cigar, and Drink Schlitz in Brown Bottles and Avoid that Skunk Taste. You don't get creative writing like that any more.

But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.

In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men.