Walter Moers

Walter Moers (born 24 May 1957) is a German comic artist, illustrator and writer. He is the creator of the character of Captain Bluebear and became a best-selling author in Europe with his Zamonia novels.

Quotes

The City of Dreaming Books (2004)

All page numbers are from the trade paperback edition published in 2008 by Overlook Press, ISBN 978-1-59020-111-4, 7th printing

All formatting as in the book

The chapters in the book are numbered in octal

• It’s not a story for people with thin skins and weak nerves, whom I would advise to replace this book on the pile at once and slink off to the children’s section. Shoo! Be gone, you cry-babies and quaffers of chamomile tea, you wimps and softies! This book tells of a place where reading is still a genuine adventure, and by adventure I mean the old-fashion definition of the word that appears in the Zamonian dictionary: ‘A daring enterprise undertaken in a spirit of curiosity or temerity, it is potentially life-threatening, harbours unforeseeable dangers and sometimes proves fatal.’
  Yes, I speak of a place where reading can drive people insane. Where books may injure and poison them – indeed, even kill them. Only those who are thoroughly prepared to take such risks in order to read this book – only those willing to hazard their lives in so doing – should accompany me to the next paragraph. The remainder I congratulate on their wise but yellow-bellied decision to stay behind. Farewell, you cowards! I wish you a long and boring life, and, on that note, bid you goodbye!
  • Chapter 1, "A Word of Warning" (p. 9)

• In my profession it isn’t a question of telling good literature from bad. Really good literature is seldom appreciated in its own day. The best authors die poor, the bad ones make money – it’s always been like that. What do I, an agent, get out of a literary genius who won’t be discovered for another hundred years? I’ll be dead myself then. Successful incompetents are what I need.
  • Chapter 12, "Mulled Coffee and Bee-Bread" (p. 75)

• I now understood the secret of music and knew what makes it so infinitely superior to all the other arts: its incorporeality. Once it has left an instrument it becomes its own master, a free and independent creature of sound, weightless, incorporeal and perfectly in tune with the universe.
  • Chapter 16, "The Trombophone Concert" (p. 129)

• In my position I simply can’t afford pangs of conscience. Fortunately, they fade the more power one acquires. It’s an entirely natural process.
  • Chapter 21, "Smyke's Inheritance" (p. 145)

• You probably suppose that what you heard last night was music. Allow me to correct you: it was acoustic alchemy, hypnosis by means of sound waves. Music is the least resistible of all the arts, so I simply had to make use of it. Try getting an audience to dance by reciting a poem! Try getting them to march! Impossible! Only music can do that.
  • Chapter 21, "Smyke's Inheritance" (p. 145)

• It symbolizes the three components of power: power, power and power.
  • Chapter 21, "Smyke's Inheritance" (p. 146)

• “How can the answer to today’s questions be in such an old book?”
  “The answers to almost all of today’s questions can be found in old books,” Smyke retorted. “If you want to find out, look them up. If not, forget it.”
  • Chapter 21, "Smyke's Inheritance" (p. 146)

• In the end, because you become inured to anything you meet in vast numbers, I grew accustomed to the sight of these innumerable skeletons. I ceased to flinch whenever I rounded a bend in a tunnel and was confronted by a skeletal figure with its arm raised in salutation. There was even something comforting about this world of the dead, because the absence of life betokened the absence of danger. All that is evil stems from the living; the dead are a peaceable bunch.
  • Chapter 26, "The Kingdom of the Dead" (p. 185)

• There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written, that’s all.
  • Chapter 37, "The Chamber of Marvels" (p. 237)

• Yes, yes, but why was it invisible, like everything you had to take on trust? Because it didn’t exist at all?
  • Chapter 37, "The Chamber of Marvels" (p. 240)

• Reading is an intelligent way of not having to think.
  • Chapter 45, "The Apprentice Bookling" (p. 268)

• Writing is a desperate attempt to extract some dignity – and a modicum of money – from solitude.
  • Chapter 45, "The Apprentice Bookling" (p. 269)

• Curiosity is the most powerful incentive in the world. Why? Because it’s capable of overcoming the two most powerful disincentives in the world: common sense and fear.
  • Chapter 56, "Shadowhall Castle" (p. 313)

• I chewed them as I looked round the room, feeling thoroughly restored. A drink of water and a handful of smoked maggots had sufficed to turn a despairing wreck into a cheerful optimist. It isn’t the brain that governs our state of mind, it’s in the stomach.
  • Chapter 57, "The Hair-Raisers" (p. 317)

• But his illness never attained the merciful degree of severity that would have entitled him to a spell in a lunatic asylum and absolve him from further work. It wasn’t quite severe enough for a lunatic; only for a writer.
  • Chapter 63, "The Shadow King's Story" (p. 339)

• The problem is this: in order to make money – lots of money – we don’t need flawless literary masterpieces. What we need is mediocre rubbish, trash suitable for mass consumption. More and more, bigger and bigger blockbusters of less and less significance. What counts is the paper we sell, not the words that are printed on it.
  • Chapter 64, "Exiled to Darkness" (p. 352)

• “No, literature isn’t eternal,” he cried. “It’s a thing of the moment. Even if you made books with pages of steel and diamond letters, they would some day crash into the sun and melt, together with our planet. Nothing is eternal, least of all in art. It doesn’t matter how long an author’s work continues to glimmer after his death. What matters is how brightly it burns while he’s still alive.”
  • Chapter 70, "The Inebriated Gorilla" (p. 368)

• “Regenschein is dead, my friend. You’re delirious.”
  “No one who writes a good book is really dead.”
  • Chapter 71, "Thirst" (p. 372)

• One’s memory functions like a spider’s web. Unimportant things – the wind, for example – a web lets through, whereas captured flies become lodged in it and are stored there until the spider needs and devours them.
  • Chapter 74, "The Vocabulary Chamber" (p. 382)

• This was nonsense, of course, but he lectured so brilliantly and plausibly that I could only marvel at his inexhaustible ingenuity.
  • Chapter 75, "Cheerio and Practice" (p. 384)

• His unorthodox didactic method of imparting his monumental store of knowledge was a curious mixture of megalomania and modesty, because he claimed to have picked it up from others. The truth was, he had invented it all himself and never tired, day after day and lesson after lesson, of devising new absurdities that would fire my imagination.
  • Chapter 75, "Cheerio and Practice" (p. 384)

• I’m not much of an expert on entomology because most insects fill me with a revulsion in proportionate to the number of legs they possess.
  • Chapter 100, "The Giant's Zoo" (p. 395)

• Many people may think it is insane of someone endowed with such a potential abundance of power to spend his life producing works of art which no one can see. Well, my own ideas of morality prescribe that only a lunatic would aspire to subordinate the fate of others to his own wishes. I leave it to a higher authority to decide which view is the right one.
  • Chapter 112, "The White Sheep of the Smyke Family" (p. 426)