Die Schöpfung war nicht am sechsten Tag beendet. Die Schöpfung entfaltet sich um uns, durch uns und trotz uns, so geschwind wie Tage und Nächte vergehen, und wir nennen es gern "Liebe".
Die tausend Herbste des Jacob de Zoet von David MItchell, Hardcover-Ausgabe November 2012, Seite 200
When you write it, don't write it in the manner of a spooky story. Don't try to give an explanation. Just say that I don't know what to make of it, just write it like I tell it, so the reader can make up his own mind.
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