...few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a place in our memory to which, sooner or later – no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget – we will return.
Min far er død. Og i går tok jeg en elg av dage. Hva kan jeg si. Det var den eller meg.
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Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.
The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later, they burn his soul.