Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Walter Moers

Quote by Walter Moers

“I will quote one sentence from this text, namely, the one with which it ended. It was also the sentence which finally dissolved the writer’s block that had inhibited the author from starting work. I have since used it whenever I myself have been gripped by fear of the blank sheet in front of me. It is infallible, and its effect is always the same: the knot unravels and a stream of words gushes out on to the virgin paper. It acts like a magic spell and I sometimes fancy it really is one. But, even if it isn’t the work of a sorcerer, it is certainly the most brilliant sentence any writer has ever devised. It runs: ‘This is where my story begins.’”

Quote by Walter Moers

Work

The City of Dreaming Books

In this imaginative and enchanting story, readers are transported to a city where books are not just objects of knowledge but living entities that can influence the world around them. The narrative explores themes of love, loss, and the power of storytelling, as characters navigate a world where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. more

Author

Walter Moers
Walter Moers

Walter Moers (born May 24, 1957) is a renowned German author and cartoonist, best known for his fantasy novels, particularly the "Zamonia" series. His most famous work, "The 13½ Lives of Captain Bluebear," has become a bestseller in German-speaking countries and has been translated into numerous languages worldwide. Moers is celebrated for his imaginative storytelling and unique fantasy worlds. more

You May Also Like

“It's purpose, not productivity, is the real measure of intelligence.”

“I was coming to fully appreciate the shamanic wisdom that has long understood that the healing journey does not always take us directly into the light, but instead often requires us to enter the dark places within that are the home of our demons and shadows, the realm of the Soul’s separation and wounding, and therefore the home of its deepest healing and renewal as well.”

“She turned and walked towards Krupp. She moved like smoke from the end of a cigarette in a still room, languorous, smooth. Her beauty stopped the conversation of the few people she walked past. Eyes of envy, lust, admiration, longing, followed her every move as she glided through the sumptuously furnished, dimly lit Champagne Bar. Krupp realised she was moving through the room deliberately towards him. He held his breath again as she approached him. His heart thumped against his lungs, making it hard to breathe out. Krupp sat up and he gulped when she saw him and looked straight into his eyes. He felt a tingle up his spine as she seemed to float, slowly, like a ghostly spirit between the tables. He wondered if she was real or a spectre. This could not possibly be Freya, he thought, and yet there was something … She arrived at the table. She relaxed a knee. Their eyes met, a small smile on her lips. Krupp suddenly remembered his manners and stood, hauling himself up with the aid of his stick and the arm of the sofa. It could not have been an elegant move, he thought with annoyance. He should have remained seated. “May I join you?” she said in perfect German.”

“All through their relationship, Harry was the one in charge, Harry was the one who gave them direction. This wasn’t because Harry was smarter or even better at it than Craig was; it just meant more to him, to be in control. And Craig didn’t really care, so he ceded it away. He liked not being responsible all the time. Complacency. Craig realizes now that this was complacency. One of the reasons he liked the sound of Harry’s voice was because it meant he didn’t have to use his own. But eventually this strategy backfired. Eventually Harry realized what was happening, and didn’t feel right about it. He wanted Craig to fight a little more, but by the time Craig started fighting for them to stay together, he had already lost.”