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StineMa har lest denne 1 gang. ( 2008. ).
Plassert i bokhylla Kjærlighet / Drama.
StineMas terningkast.

"The boy asked the girl to say "I love you" into her can, giving her no further explanation. "And she didn't ask for any, or say "That's silly," or "We're to young for love," or even suggest that she was saying "I love you" because he asked her to. Instead she said, "I love you". The words travelled the yo-yo, the doll, the diary, the necklace, the quilt, the clothesline, the birthday present, the harp, the tea bag, the tennis racket, the hem of the skirt he one day should hav eoulled from her body." "Grody!" "The boy covered his can with a lid, removed it from the string, and put her love for him on a shelf in his closet. Of course, he never could open the can, because then it would loose its contents. It was enough just to know it was there."

I don’t believe in God, but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything ever could be. But it was also incredibly simple. In my only life, she was my mom, and I was her son.

Just because you’re an atheist, that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t love for things to have reasons for why they are.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
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