[b]Herta Müller
I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.[/b]
You know, like I’m doing here.
Women always need other women to lean on. They become friends in order to hate each other better. The more they hate each other, the more inseparable they become.
Hard to believe, but people think like this in much the same manner that you and I think like we do.
When we don’t speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.
More or less, he thought.
Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.
In my case though, for good reason.
Everyday brought me further away from other people. I had been placed out of the world’s sight, as if in a cupboard, and I hoped it would stay that way. I developed a yearning for being alone, unkempt, untended.
Going on decades now, he beamed.
If only the right person would have to leave, everyone else would be able to stay in the country.
Let’s make list of those assholes here.