- There is another choice sucker... I can WHUP him!

There is no God and we are his prophets.

Personen du elsker er 72,8% vann og det har ikke regnet på flere uker.

"Dr. Hope tok aldri betalt for legevisittene, bortsett fra når han var i dårlig humør."

God does not play dice with the universe: He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

-- (Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens)

SABBAT

Armhulen din
en hengekøye
å hvile lengslene i

furukonglesang
...en sang for den andre rasen
av ting, de vennlige små, gjerne forbisette
mennesker og ting, baktalte
unevnte, et lite slag i luften for sykkelreparatørene
melkedamene enkeltsokkene
småskruene, de mislykkede
samleier og alle landets furukongler strødd rundt i gresset, ja .....

And he dreamed the dream of all those who publish books, which was to have so much gold in your pockets that you would have to employ two people just to hold your trousers up.

We experience our expectations of the world.

Et hav av sau blev sjømandens grav.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Vann er en god ting. Hvis jeg måtte velge mellom alle ting, ville jeg ganske sikkert ha valgt vann.

Døden var en gammel kjenning på Santa Fe-sporet.

Den utrettelige lengsel etter håndgripelig nærvær, tyder på en viss svakhet i vår evne til sjelelig nytelse...

Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!

So we dream on. Thus we invent our lives. We give ourselves a sainted mother, we make our father a hero; and someone’s older brother and someone’s older sister – they become our heroes too. We invent what we love and what we fear. There is always a brave lost brother – and a little lost sister, too. We dream on and on: the best hotel, the perfect family, the resort life. And our dreams escape us almost as vividly as we can imagine them… That’s what happens, like it or not. And because that’s what happens, this is what we need: we need a good, smart bear… Coach Bob knew it all along: you’ve got to get obsessed and stay obsessed. You have to keep passing the open windows.

The secret of flying is to throw yourself at the ground, and miss.

"Jeg har to venner. En god og en dårlig. Og så har jeg min bror"

Kor har den karen tenkt seg på ein kveld som denne? Er det ikkje for jævlig kaldt å gå og traske langs vegane? Men du ser vel gjerne på dei som Herrens vegar, og dei skal etter det eg har høyrt vere uransakelege, og då er det vei på ein måte greitt?

Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.