Gunter Grass
Gunter Grass
Günter Wilhelm Grasswas a German novelist, poet, playwright, illustrator, graphic artist, sculptor, and recipient of the 1999 Nobel Prize in Literature...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 October 1927
CountryGermany
tails coins melancholy
Melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.
writing years one-day
I was assigned to the Waffen-SS but was never involved in any crime. Besides, I always felt the need to write about my experiences in a larger context one day. This has only developed recently, now that I have overcome my inner aversion to writing an autobiography in the first place, specifically one having to do with my younger years.
achievement want students
Students who don't want to get anywhere are sure to get somewhere.
world information volume
Information networks straddle the world. Nothing remains concealed. But the sheer volume of information dissolves the information. We are unable to take it all in.
class feelings mind
Melancholy has ceased to be an individual phenomenon, an exception. It has become the class privilege of the wage earner, a mass state of mind that finds its cause wherever life is governed by production quotas.
marriage faithful
I am not faithful but I am attached.
jesus crosses ifs
If Jesus had been a hunchback, they could hardly have nailed him to the cross.
hands fists left-hand
...I remain restless and dissatisfied; what I knot with my right hand, I undo with my left, what my left hand creates, my right fist shatters
triumph satan virtue
When Satan's not in the mood, virtue triumphs. Hasn't even Satan a right not to be in the mood once in a while?
wicked genius vain
You are vain and wicked- as a genius should be.
weed running flower
When the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.
laughter sorrow floats
On sorrow floats laughter.
heart moon men
Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen leaves with four shoes and in one’s mind to rub bare feet. To let and rent hearts; or in a room with shower and mirror, in a hired car, bonnet facing the moon, wherever innocence stops and burns its programme, the word in falsetto sounds different and new each time. Today, in front of a box office not yet open, hand in hand crackled the hangdog old man and the dainty old woman. The film promised love.
want eras alternatives
Everyone is born into a certain era. I wouldn't want to see anyone faced with the circumstances that prevailed at the time, when there were few or no alternatives.