Der Insasse Quotes

“Inside the car it stank of blood, sweat and fear, and all Till could think was that this was how death must smell, even though death was in fact sitting cheerfully and freshly showered at the wheel of the Mercedes”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“Till shouted even louder. He was fed up with the puzzles piling ever higher, threatening to smite him with full force if the tower of unsolved questions eventually collapsed on top of him. It was already wobbling”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“Although every fibre of his body bristled against it and an inner voice screamed at him not to do it, Till couldn't resist the open cell door. If you gave a bottle to someone dying of thirst they would drink it no matter how brown the liquid sloshing inside”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“Can you imagine how terrible it must be to keep trying to escape from yourself? Only to have to realise each time that you can never flee from your own soul?”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“But most of all Till felt that it was pointless to keep hitting Tramnitz. He could sense it and when he took the sheet off he could see it too: you couldn't beat the evil out of someone”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“I love fear and its smell. It's one of the very few things that turns me on”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“What if we're all wrong and pain doesn't end with death?”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“It was a pleasant sensation, a comforting shudder of the sort he remembered from his childhood when he'd escaped the foul weather and, back home in the cosy warmth of his bedroom, could look forward to an exciting novel”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“Anger is like water, Seda. It wants to flow and always finds a way”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“They say that people reveal their true selves when drunk. As we don't sell alcohol here I had to make you livid, because in my experience anger has a similar cleansing effect”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“Tramnitz was possessed for sure, but not by invisible forces steering his thoughts. No, by a lust for killing. He belonged inside a prison, a Siberian labour camp if possible, not in a psychiatric hospital with all-round care”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse

“Why's it so chilly? Given that Myriam was on the threshold of hell, it felt far too cold down here in the windowless cellar, with its damp brick walls to which black mould clung like cancer to the bronchia of a smoker's lungs”
― Sebastian Fitzek, Der Insasse