The Play of Death Quotes

“History repeats itself, and it appears that we rarely learn the lessons of the past.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death

“Perhaps all books have something magical about them, she thought. Just letters on a page that turn into images, scenes, and conversations in our minds.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death

“As so often, Magdalena wondered why women had to assume the full burden of bringing children into the world. First they were as sick as a dog, then for several months they looked like a pouch full of wine, and finally they suffered all the pain of childbirth—and then, all too often, died like cattle. Men’s part in this was extremely simple and satisfying—and every time another child came into the world, the men puffed out their chests like the cock of the walk. And if the baby dies, it starts all over again, Magdalena thought.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death

“As so often, Magdalena wondered why women had to assume the full burden of bringing children into the world. First they were as sick as a dog, then for several months they looked like a pouch full of wine, and finally they suffered all the pain of childbirth—and then, all too often, died like cattle. Men’s part in this was extremely simple and satisfying—”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death

“fear could be a terrifying weapon, especially when darkness fell,”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death

“It is important to emphasize that outbreaks of xenophobia like those described in this novel were and are still possible everywhere, not just in the Ammer Valley. History repeats itself, and it appears that we rarely learn the lessons of the past. Perhaps interest in my novel will provide not just excitement and entertainment but an opportunity to rethink some of this.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death

“Careful what you say. God curses those who curse.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death

“Alcohol was a good friend, but it was also jealous and would tolerate no competition.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death

“That’s what we have to find out, but it surely has nothing to do with a mountain, a witch, or other such folderol.”
― Oliver Pötzsch, The Play of Death