With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.

- Ingeborg Bachmann

I myself am a person who has never resigned myself, who is absolutely never resigned, who can’t imagine it at all. I simply observe, and I observe in…

- Ingeborg Bachmann

For the facts that make up the world need the non-factual as a vantage point from which to be perceived.

- Ingeborg Bachmann

I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.

- Ingeborg Bachmann

Silent night, holy night, when the bough flies from the tree and is hung everywhere, when from tables the crusts fly, when the gifts begin to tre…

- Ingeborg Bachmann

If we had the right words, if we had the language, we would need no weapons.

- Ingeborg Bachmann

I don't take drugs, I take books.

- Ingeborg Bachmann