W. G. Sebald famous quotes

It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Reading #Evening #Thanks

We take almost all the decisive steps in our lives as a result of slight inner adjustments of which we are barely conscious.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Steps #Conscious #Results

How happily, said Austerlitz, have I sat over a book in the deepening twilight until I could no longer make out the words and my mind began to wander, and how secure have I felt seated at the desk in my house in the dark night, just watching the tip of my pencil in the lamplight following its shadow, as if of its own accord and with perfect fidelity, while that shadow moved regularly from left to right, line by line, over the ruled paper.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Book #Twilight #Dark

I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theater is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?
-- W. G. Sebald

#Dream #Reality #Air

No matter whether one is flying over Newfoundland or the sea of lights that stretches from Boston to Philadelphia after nightfall, over the Arabian deserts which gleam like mother-of-pearl, over the Ruhr or the city of Frankfurt, it is as though there were no people, only the things they have made and in which they are hiding.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Mother #Light #Boston

I wonder now whether inner coldness and desolation may not be the pre-condition for making the world believe, by a kind of fraudulent showmanship, that one's own wretched heart is still aglow.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Believe #Heart #World

By all means be experimental, but let the reader be part of the experiment
-- W. G. Sebald

#Mean #Reader #Experiments

...the darkness does not lift but becomes yet heavier as I think how little we can hold in mind, how everything is constantly lapsing into oblivion with every extinguished life, how the world is, as it were, draining itself, in that the history of countless places and objects which themselves have no power or memory is never heard, never described or passed on.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Memories #Thinking #Darkness

Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Heart #Desire #Machines

Tiny details imperceptible to us decide everything!
-- W. G. Sebald

#Details #Tiny

How I wished during those sleepless hours that I belonged to a different nation, or better still, to none at all.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Different #Hours #Stills

As far as I know, the question of whether and how it could be strategically or morally justified was never the subject of open debate in Germany after 1945, no doubt mainly because a nation which had murdered and worked to death millions of people in its camps could hardly call on the victorious powers to explain the military and political logic that dictated the destruction of the German cities.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Military #Cities #People

And so they are ever returning to us, the dead. At times they come back from the ice more than seven decades later and are found at the edge of the moraine, a few polished bones and a pair of hobnailed boots.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Ice #Pairs #Boots

And so they are ever returning to us, the dead.
-- W. G. Sebald

Human civilization has been no more than a strange luminescence growing more intense by the hour, of which no one can say when it will begin to wane and when it will fade away.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Civilization #Growing #Strange

I have always kept ducks, even as a child, and the colours of their plumage, in particular the dark green and snow white, seemed to me the only possible answer to the questions that are on my mind.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Children #Dark #Ducks

Physicists now say there is no such thing as time: everything co-exists. Chronology is entirely artificial and essentially determined by emotion. Contiguity suggests layers of things, the past and present somehow coalescing or co-existing.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Past #Layers #Emotion

Men and animals regard each other across a gulf of mutual incomprehension.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Funny #Men #Animal

It is a sore point, because you do have advantages if you have access to more than one language. You also have problems, because on bad days you don't trust yourself, either in your first or your second language, and so you feel like a complete halfwit.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Trust #Bad Day #Firsts

A wonderful story collection set between one place and another and shaped by a fearless sense of comedy.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Fearless #Stories #Comedy

The Noonday Demon explores the subterranean realms of an illness which is on the point of becoming endemic, and which more than anything else mirrors the present state of our civilization and its profound discontents. As wide-ranging as it is incisive, this astonishing work is a testimony both to the muted suffering of millions and to the great courage it must have taken the author to set his mind against it.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Taken #Mirrors #Civilization

I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all... only various spaces interlocking according to the rules of a higher form of stereometry[the geometric measurement of solid bodies], between which the living and the dead can move back and forth as they like, and the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Moving #Eye #Thinking

A tight structural form opens possibilities. Take a pattern, an established model or sub-genre, and write to it. In writing, limitation gives freedom
-- W. G. Sebald

#Writing #Giving #Patterns

It makes one’s head heavy and giddy, as if one were not looking back down the receding perspectives of time but rather down on the earth from a great height, from one of those towers whose tops are lost to view in the clouds
-- W. G. Sebald

#Views #Clouds #Perspective

The more images I gathered from the past, I said, the more unlikely it seemed to me that the past had actually happened in this or that way, for nothing about it could be called normal: most of it was absurd, and if not absurd, then appalling.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Past #Way #Normal

Otherwise, all I remember of the denizens of the Nocturama is that several of them had strikingly large eyes, and the fixed inquiring gaze found in certain painters and philosophers who seek to penetrate the darkness which surrounds us purely by means of looking and thinking.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Mean #Eye #Thinking

There is something peculiarly dispriting about the emptiness that wells up when, in a strange city, one dials the same telephone numbers in vain.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Cities #Numbers #Telephones

At the most we gaze at it in wonder, a kind of wonder which in itself is a form of dawning horror, for somehow we know by instinct that outsize buildings cast the shadow of their own destruction before them, and are designed from the first with an eye to their later existence as ruins.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Eye #Shadow #Ruins

No one can explain exactly what happens within us when the doors behind which our childhood terrors lurk are flung open.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Doors #Childhood #Terror

Only in the books written in earlier times did she sometimes think she found some faint idea of what it might be like to be alive.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Book #Thinking #Ideas

It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Space #House #Waiting

Perhaps we all lose our sense of reality to the precise degree to which we are engrossed in our own work, and perhaps that is why we see in the increasing complexity of our mental constructs a means for greater understanding, even while intuitively we know that we shall never be able to fathom the imponderables that govern our course through life.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Mean #Reality #Understanding

This then, I thought, as I looked round about me, is the representation of history. It requires a falsification of perspective. We, the survivors, see everything from above, see everything at once, and still we do not know how it was.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Perspective #Survivor #Falsification

The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Memories #Happy Life #Mind

We all have appointments with the past.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Military #Past

At the time I could no more believe my eyes than I can now trust my memory.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Memories #Believe #Eye

I felt that the decrepit state of these once magnificent buildings, with their broken gutters, walls blackened by rainwater, crumbling plaster revealing the coarse masonry beneath it, windows boarded up or clad with corrugated iron, precisely reflected my own state of mind...
-- W. G. Sebald

#Wall #Iron #Broken

We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that's performed upon it.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Rabbits #Experiments

The seasons and the years came and went...and always...one was, as the crow flies, about 2,000 km away - but from where? - and day by day hour by hour, with every beat of the pulse, one lost more and more of one's qualities, became less comprehensible to oneself, increasingly abstract.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Years #Crow #Quality

To set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Summer #Fall #Men

The capital amassed in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries through various forms of slave economy is still in circulation, said De Jong, still bearing interest, increasing many times over and continually burgeoning anew.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Slave #Economy #Century

Everything our civilization has produced is entombed.
-- W. G. Sebald

#Civilization