Quotes from Peter Handke

Cuando uno está borracho, va por ahí contando su historia. El talento de un hombre equivale a la historia que vende de mesa en mesa cuando está borracho.

Estar sentado frente a alguien, con la nueva y vieja idea de que lo más natural sería estar juntos y que es totalmente incomprensible estar sentados así, de a dos, cada uno por su lado.

En noviembre, a esta hora ya está tan oscuro que uno no puede ver ni la mano que tiene delante; él tampoco puede verse la mano que tiene ante sus ojos

Solo sufre por lo que no sabe. Lo que sabe, le deja indiferente. Si sabe algo de algo, pero no puede llegar a saber qué es y cómo es, entonces eso le atrae y tiene ganas de saber más. Lo inalcanzable seduce.

Nu Å£in s? fiu fericit?,cel mult mulÅ£umit?.Mi-e team? de fericire.Cred c? n-aÅŸ suporta-o.Aici în cap.AÅŸ înnebuni pentru todeauna sau aÅŸ muri.Sau aÅŸ ucide pe cineva.(...)Traiul de unul singur genereaz? cea mai glacial? ÅŸi scârboas? durere:aceea a deÅŸert?ciunii.Atunci ai nevoie de oameni care te înva?? s?-Å£i dai seama c? nu ai dec?zut chiar atât de mult.

I wrote about the Serbs, because no one was writing about them, even if I also think about the Croat and Muslim victims.

If a nation loses its storytellers, it loses its childhood.

If a nation loses its storytellers, it loses its childhood.

Loneliness is a source of loathsome ice-cold suffering, the suffering of unreality. At such times we need people to teach us that we're not really so far gone.

No one can be trusted who isn't thrilled with himself at least now and then.

Horror is something perfectly natural: the mind's emptiness. A thought is taking shape, then suddenly it notices that there is nothing more to think. Whereupon it crashes to the ground like a figure in a comic strip who suddenly realises that he has been walking on air.

It was nearly winter. I had just seen a friend die, and was again beginning to take pleasure in my own existence. This friend, who thought of himself as the "first man to experience pain", had nevertheless tried up to the last moment to wish death away. I was thankful for all things and decreed: Enjoy yourself, take advantage of your days of good health.

In a sense, the mentally deranged and feebleminded were my guardian angels, and when I hadn't seen any of them in a long time, the sight of an idiot gave me a sudden burst of health and strength.

Die Müdigkeit als das Mehr des weniger Ich.

These "so thats," "becauses," and "whens" were like regulations; in decided to avoid them in order not to--

It's intolerable that when someone is born into the world, he can't automatically come to consciousness.

Meine Wissenschaft gibt mir Wachträume, die andere nicht einmal im Schlafen haben." Peter Handke: Langsame Heimkehr. Erzählung. Frankfurt am Main 1994, S. 63.

I can only move myself into the distance; my mother can never become for me, as I can for myself, a winged art object flying serenely through the air. She refuses to be isolated and remains unfathomable; my sentences crash in the darkness and lie scattered on the paper.

Sorrow beyond dreams.

El cansancio abre, le hace a uno poroso, crea una permeabilidad para la epopeya de todos los seres vivos, incluso de estos animales de ahora