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He wonders wether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while; or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.

Death had vanished from the streets of America, thought Shadow; now it happened in hospital rooms and in ambulances. We must not startle the living, thought Shadow.

"Who are you?" asked Shadow.
"Okay," she said. "Good question. I'm the idiot box. I'm the TV. I'm the all-seeing eye and the world of the cathode ray. I'm the boob tube. I'm the little shrine the family gathers to adore."
"You're the television? Or someone in the television?"
"The TV is the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to."
"What do they sacrifice?" asked Shadow.
"Their time, mostly," said Lucy. "Sometimes each other."

Om du var tynnare, sa han, ville du ha vore meir verdt å elske?

Nesten kvar natt drømte han at han flaug over Murboligen, og i alle soverom med tente lys venta ei kvinne, og han flaug frå soverom til soverom, inn og ut av Murboligen som ein kåt Karlsson på taket, og han svevde frå rom til rom heilt til alle lys var slokna og Murboligen låg mørklagt og i djup søvn som etter ein multiorgasme, og der han steig opp mot himmelen kunne han høre sukk av djup tilfredshet frå den mørklagt Murboligen.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.

Thirty - the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

(...) For a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking, and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply - I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.

He smiled understandingly - much more than understandingly. (...) It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you like you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

Once there they were introduced by somebody who knew Gatsby, and after that they conducted themselves according to the rules of behavior associated with an amusement park. Sometimes they came and went without having met Gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission.

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. 'All right,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.'

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

Eg drit vel i om du har det fint saman med meg. Eg ville at du skulle vere saman med meg, det var det. Alt det andre, det.. Alle dine om og men, og dei jævla spesialavtalane mellom fitta di og samvitet ditt, dei kan du finna en annan dust til. Denne dusten her har gitt seg. Gitt alt han har.

Korfor gjekk han ut berre om natta? For å stille rævva til rådvelde, og få tak i nok til at staseslangen kunne komme til nytte? Same ulla alle.. Berre lyge og bedra og kaste blår i augene på deg og halde fest i kneståande mens du gneg knokane dine til blods.

Korfor hadde ho aldri greidd å lukke handflatene rundt noko så lenge at det iallfall låg éin fin ting eller to der når ho åpna hendene?