The Werewolf of Bamberg Quotes

“The nicest people can look like beasts, and the evilest of people sometimes have the faces of angels. Never rely on outward appearances.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“I always loved animals more than people. Their souls are good—without malice or hatred.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“He swung his club around menacingly, and Magdalena instinctively stepped back. She hated it when men showed off with their weapons.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“We take the original plays of William Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe, and Markus gives them . . . well, the necessary polish.” “Aren’t the plays good enough by themselves?” Barbara asked. “Well, for the general public they’re sometimes just too difficult and dry, so we cut out the long monologues and concentrate on the funny parts and, above all, the bloody passages. Many of the pieces have not yet been translated into German, and Markus takes care of that, as well.” “I butcher Shakespeare’s plays by turning them into bloody spectacles for the masses,” Markus sighed in despair. “Carefully constructed pentameter, beautiful images—for that the world clearly has no taste nowadays. The more blood, the better. But I myself have written original pieces that—” “Yes, yes,” Malcolm interrupted, “that would be enough to make Shakespeare cry, I know—or simply put him to sleep. I’m afraid you’re boring the ladies, Markus. Just like your plays. We can’t afford experiments. After all, I have a whole troupe to feed,” he said, clapping his hands. “But now it’s time to get back to building the stage. Will you excuse us?” He bowed to Magdalena and Barbara and stomped off toward the stage, but not without first casting a final, reproachful look at his two actors. “Old slave driver,” Markus mumbled and followed him, while Matheo paused a moment and winked at Barbara. “Then can we look forward to seeing you again at tomorrow’s performance? We’ll save a few seats for you up in the gallery. Ciao, signorine.” “Ciao,” Barbara said, batting her eyelashes as Matheo, in one single, flowing movement, jumped back onto the stage. Magdalena grinned at her sister. “Ciao?” she asked. “Is that the way a Schongau hangman’s daughter says good-bye, or are you an Italian contessa addressing her prince just before their wedding?”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“Do you know what is the driving force in every good play?” He looked at the two women questioningly. When they didn’t respond, he continued. “Love and revenge.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“How he hated this guard who was so obsessed with the bureaucracy. People like him would be the downfall of civilization.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“Something as splendid as this beer couldn’t really be appreciated in silence and alone. You needed company. As”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“Damn, this is tobacco the way I love it. Black as the devil’s hair and sweet as the ass of a young whore.” His eyes closed, Jakob Kuisl sat in the Bamberg hangman’s dining room, puffing on his pipe as dark clouds of smoke rose to the ceiling. The foul-smelling tobacco seemed to transform the hangman into a more peaceful, sociable creature. The others present rubbed their stinging eyes and occasionally coughed, but accepted that as the price they had to pay.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“Their fight in the forest had shown Jakob once again that one can’t run away from one’s own family. You take them in, no matter what.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“the stage, which now, without the costumed actors, music, and loudly declaimed verses, looked cold and lifeless. The magic had vanished.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg

“sobriquet”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Werewolf of Bamberg