Marketta Rudduck

“Niemand kennt mich hier, dachte sie. Und niemand weiß, dass ich hier bin! Sie empfand diese Anonymität wie ein sonderbares, stürmisches Glück, das Glück, einem Glück entkommenzu sein, auf kurze Zeit oder für immer.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, Heaven Has No Favorites

“The brown paper bag is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of place in nature.”
― Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

“Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words on the other hand, were a lifeline. They left their hushed rhythm behind, a counter to the slow in and out of Emmeline's breathing.”
― Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

“You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.”
― E. B. White, Charlotte’s Web