{"author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann","total_quotes":16,"quotes":[{"text":"Elisabeth had not had her future and her parents had not had theirs, there was nothing to this so-called future which was always promised to the young.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["disillusionment","future"],"id":32411,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["glasses","hell"],"id":36552,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"But Beatrix knew very well that there were no jobs, not even the most pitiful office routine - she wasn't even qualified for that - and that no one would allow her to sleep until late in the afternoon because these ill-advised people all around her let themselves be squeezed into schedules; that she would never work, least of all learn a trade, because she had no ambition whatsoever to earn a single shilling, become self-supporting and spend eight hours a day with people who smelled bad.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["problems","sleep","work"],"id":40044,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"My favorite, how did you put it now? Landscapes, animals, plants? Favorite what? Books, music, architecture, painting? I don't have any favorite animals, no favorite mosquitoes, favorite beetles, favorite worms, even with the best will in the world I cannot tell you which birds or fish or predators I prefer, it would also be difficult for me to have to choose much more generally.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["animals","favorite-stuff","favourite"],"id":87246,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"As it was all was lost. He was alive, yes, he was alive, he felt this for the first time. But he knew now that he was living in a prison, that he had to make the best of it in there and would soon rage and would have to speak this thieves' cant, the only language at his disposal, in order not to be so abandoned.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["despair","language"],"id":123414,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"The children are in love but do not know with what. They talk in gibberish, muse themselves into an indefinable pallor, and when they are completely at a loss they invent a language that maddens them. My fish. My hook. My fox. My snare. My fire. You my water. You my current. My earth. You my if. And you my but. Either. Or. My everything...My everything...They push one another, go for each other with their fists and scuffle over a counter-word that doesn't exist.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["language","words"],"id":124415,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"A single tear forms, just in the corner of one eye, but it doesn't roll down my cheek; it merely crystallizes in the cold air, it grows and grows into a second giant globe that doesn't want to orbit with the world—it breaks off from the planet and plunges into infinity.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["infinity","tear","tears"],"id":150058,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"Miranda doesn't dream, she simply rests. When Miranda's eyes are at ease, her mind is at peace.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["dream","peace","rest"],"id":155433,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"I'll worship animals in the night, I'll lay violent hands on the holiest icons, I'll clutch at all lies, I'll grow bestial in my dreams and will allow myself to be slaughtered like a beast.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["animals","dreams"],"id":178925,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"},{"text":"For the facts that make up the world need the non-factual as a vantage point from which to be perceived.","author":"Ingeborg Bachmann","tags":["faith","belief"],"id":240576,"author_id":"Ingeborg+Bachmann"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":16,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}