Jeg sitter der til det kommer en katt, før eller senere kommer det alltid en katt.

Them as can do has to do for them as can't. And someone has to speak up for them as has no voices.

Da jeg går ut på balkongen for å røyke,ser jeg unge menn nede på gaten. Et halvt dusin,de vandrer bredbent rundt på fortauet som verpesyke ender. De røyker og leker med mobilene sine,jeg har sett dem før,stort sett hver gang jeg går ut på balkongen.

Irina Miller led av et tvangssyndrom.
Det var ille, men det kunne vært verre. Med tanke på at moren var terapaut og hennes biologiske far psykiater, pleide hun å synes at hun hadde sluppet lett unna.

Fenchurch looked at him in astonishment. "What on earth did you do?"
"Well, in the circumstances I did what any redblooded Englishman would do. I was compelled," said Arthur, "to ignore it."
"What? Why?"
"Well, it's not the sort of thing you're trained for, is it? I searched my soul, and discovered that there was nothing anywhere in my upbringing, experience or even primal instincts to tell me how to react to someone who has quite simply, calmly, sitting right there in front of me, stolen one of my biscuits."

Tenk om

"Tenk om verden plutselig var borte en dag du Arild...!
...og at du åpnet døren fra soveværelset og så
var ikke verden der mer..

Da hadde det ikke vært særlig vits
i å pusse tennene akkurat den dagen, syns jeg".

Arild Nyquist

It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote something, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum'things has always been and always will be you.

I miss you.

I shall call him Edward, since that was his name.

Gutter som trodde de kunne alt. Bare ikke dø.

Ja noen ganger syns jeg man dreper magien når man absolutt må snakke om alt. Jeg vet ikke om du så han kunstneren på tv her om dagen som skulle forklare bildene sine? - Da slo det meg: Man ville jo aldri be en forfatter om å male boken sin?

[...] jeg kom til å tenke på at jeg engang hadde meldt meg inn i det kommunistiske parti, fordi en venninne av meg hadde fortalt at i Russland kunne man kjøre gratis på trikken.

Jeg er en fåmælt mann, men det hender at jeg snakker med meg selv. Det jeg sier da, synes jeg er nødvendig å få sagt.

Lucy heard noises.The noises were coming from inside the walls. They were hustling noises and bustling noises. They were crinkling noises and crackling noises. They were sneaking, creeping, crumpling noises.

Lucy knew what kinds of things make noises like that in the walls of big old houses, ans she went and told her mother.

"There are wolves in the walls," Lucy said to her mother. "I can hear them."

Regner? For noe sprøyt! Det er bare morgenduggen som har klumpet seg litt - ikke sant, Asterix?

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."