Dort, wo man Bucher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it - but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

Every woman is the gift of a world to me.

Du bist wie eine Blume, So hold und schon und rein; Ich schau dich an, und Wehmut Schleicht mir ins Herz hinein.

The hippies, who had never really believed they were the wave of the future anyway, saw the election results as brutal confirmation of the futility of fighting…

If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop its being brought in from outside.

We were about to board the planes for the flight back to the United States. Jim Jones didn't want us to leave, at least not alive. A tractor trailer loaded wit…