W. G. Sebald Quotes

• It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.

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  Reading, Evening, Thanks

  W. G. Sebald (2016). “Vertigo”, p.62, New Directions Publishing

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• We all have appointments with the past.

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  Military, Past, Appointments

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• How far, in any case, must one go back to find the beginning?

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  Casos

  W.G. Sebald (2011). “The Emergence of Memory: Conversations with W.G. Sebald”, p.133, Seven Stories Press

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• We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that's performed upon it.

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  Rabbits, Experiments

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• 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.

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  Civilization, Growing, Strange

  W. G. Sebald (2016). “The Rings of Saturn”, p.101, New Directions Publishing

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• Supongo que son las realidades sumergidas las que dan a los sueños su curioso aire de hiperrealidad. Pero quizá haya también algo más, algo nebuloso, como una gasa, a través de la cual todo lo que se ve en un sueño parece, paradójicamente, mucho más claro. Un estanque se convierte en un lago, una brisa en una tormenta, un puñado de polvo en un desierto, un grano de azufre en la sangre en un infierno volcánico. ¿Qué forma de teatro es ésta, en la que somos a la vez dramaturgo, actor, director de escena, pintor de escenas y público?

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  Dream, Reality, Lakes

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

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  Steps, Conscious, Results

  W. G. Sebald (2013). “Austerlitz”, p.99, Penguin UK

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• One has the impression that something is stirring inside [photographs] - it is as if one can hear little cries of despair, gémissements de désespoir... as if the photographs themselves had a memory and were remembering us and how we, the surviving, and those who preceded us, once were.

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  Memories, Despair, Littles

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• In my photographic work I was always especially entranced... by the moment when the shadows of reality, so to speak, emerge out of nothing on the exposed paper, as memories do in the middle of the night, darkening again if you try to cling to them.

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  Memories, Night, Reality

  W.G. Sebald (2014). “Austerlitz”, p.96, Vintage Canada

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• 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.

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  Past, Way, Normal

  W. G. Sebald (2016). “Vertigo”, p.106, New Directions Publishing

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• 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.

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  Book, Twilight, Dark

  W.G. Sebald (2014). “Austerlitz”, p.140, Vintage Canada

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• 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.

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  Memories, Happy Life, Mind

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• No importa si uno sobrevuela Terranova o el mar de luces que se extiende de Boston a Filadelfia al caer la noche, los desiertos árabes que brillan como el nácar, el Ruhr o la ciudad de Fráncfort, es como si no hubiera gente, sólo las cosas que han hecho y en las que se esconden.

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  Mother, Light, Boston

  W. G. Sebald (2016). “The Rings of Saturn”, p.57, New Directions Publishing

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• 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.

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  Past, Layers, Emotion

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

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  Doors, Childhood, Terror

  W.G. Sebald (2014). “Austerlitz”, p.46, Vintage Canada

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• Time, that most abstract of humanity's homes.

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  Home, Humanity, Abstract

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• 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.

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  Moving, Eye, Thinking

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• 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.

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  Eye, Shadow, Ruins

  W. G. Sebald (2013). “Austerlitz”, p.30, Penguin UK

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• 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.

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  Perspective, Survivor, Falsification

  W. G. Sebald (2016). “The Rings of Saturn”, p.70, New Directions Publishing

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• I believe that the black-and-white photograph, or rather the gray zones in the black-and-white photograph, stand for this territory that is located between life and death.

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  Believe, Black And White, Life And Death

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• Men and animals regard each other across a gulf of mutual incomprehension.

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  Divertido, Animal, Hombres

  "The Greatest Human-Animal Relationships in Cinema" by Tony Hinds, thefilmstage.com. June 23, 2016.

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

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  Cities, Numbers, Telephones

  W. G. Sebald (2016). “Vertigo”, p.20, New Directions Publishing

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• By all means be experimental, but let the reader be part of the experiment

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  Mean, Reader, Experiments

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• 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.

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  Space, House, Waiting

  W. G. Sebald (2013). “Austerlitz”, p.158, Penguin UK

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• 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.

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  Summer, Fall, Men

  W. G. Sebald (2016). “The Rings of Saturn”, p.18, New Directions Publishing

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