"(...) Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less."
"So power is a mummer's trick?"
"A shadow on the wall," Varys murmured, "yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow."
I am only a little bird, repeating the words they taught me.
After Ben av Con Riley
"I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? [...] People act like [sex] is the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they're not that important. You know what's important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!"
I realized the place was awash in noise. The toneless systems, the jangle and skid of carts, the loudspeaker and coffee-making machines, the cries of children. And over it all, or under it all, a dull and unlocatable roar, as of some form of swarming life just outside the range of human apprehension.
White Noise, Don DeLillo
The Round House av Louise Erdrich, tror jeg.
Hva med Astrid Lindgren, Roald Dahl, Anne Cath Vestly og den type barneklassikere?
"Come on, girl. Don't cry," whispered Frank.
"Why not? I can be miserable if I want to. You don't need to try and make it go away. It shouldn't go away. It's just as sad as it ought to be and I'm not going to hide from what's true just because it hurts."
But he hadn't lost his mind. To the contrary, he'd lost everything but. His memory, his wife, his job, his friends, twenty-four years of his life - but not his mind. That was all that had been left and he'd retreated into it because there was nowhere else.
But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description, for what loss is without the awareness of losing?
Farewell, my lovely
Things fall apart
Tell the wolves I'm home
and let the northern lights erase your name
(Raymond Chandler, Chinua Achebe, Carol Rifka Brunt, Vendela Vida)
Tok meg friheten til å legge til en 'and' på slutten.
Jane looks mildly panicked, and I jump in to save her from having to talk. "You have the oddest way of coming on to me, Tiny."
"I would never come on to you, because you're not gay. And, like, boys who like girls are inherently unhot. Why would you like someone who can't like you back?"
The question is rhetorical, but if I wasn't trying to shut up, I'd answer: You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson, John Green & David Levithan
You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
Det er utrolig mange ord fra norsk/skandinavisk i det engelske språket pga vikingene som bosatte seg der. Det er nesten vanskelig å finne setninger uten ord med skandinavisk opprinnelse. Alle engelske ord som begynner med sk- (ski, skirt, sky, skin, etc), gi- (gift, give, etc.), kn- (knife, knee, knot, etc.), osv, er fra norsk/norrønt.
Andre ord jeg kan komme på i farta er egg, husband, troll, window, die, cake, call...
Mange stedsnavn er fra norsk også. Alle stedene i England som ender med -by for eksempel (Whitby, Grimsby, etc).
Noe annet som er interessant er at Engelsk tok pronomen (they, them, their) fra Skandinavisk, og pronomen blir nesten aldri byttet ut.
Ikke meningen å 'highjacke' tråden din, men skandinavisk innflytelse på engelsk var det jeg synes var mest interessant når jeg studerte språkhistorie så kunne ikke dy meg.
Jeg leste halve Catching Fire (Suzanne Collins) for to-tre år siden før jeg rotet vekk boka og ikke klarte å finne den, men plutselig dukket den opp igjen. Så da blir det Catching Fire som er det beste jeg har lest i november.
Nå som det er 10 minutter igjen kan jeg vel spørre hvordan det gikk med skrivinga? Jeg for min del ble ferdig en uke før tida, så denne uka har jeg bare skrevet eksamen, usj.
Jeg tenker på det slik at jeg bruker 30 dager på et førsteutkast. Så kan jeg omså bruke tre år på omskriving og redigering nå som jeg har "skjelettet" ferdig. Men så klart, det er ikke for alle.
Også er det ikke alle som skriver for å bli publisert, så da er det jo bare en fin og morsom øvelse.
Har igjen bare lest pensumbøker, men jeg må si jeg likte The God of Small Things av Arundhati Roy.
Jeg er også bittelitt rebel i år. De andre årene har jeg fulgt reglene, men i år skal jeg skrive en bok jeg har planlagt i flere år, så jeg har allerede noen scener (halv)ferdig skrevet. Men jeg skal prøve å skrive 50k utenom de scenene uanset, så vi får se hvordan det blir.
Hjelpes, bare noen timer igjen nå.
It is unreasonable to expect a person to remember what she didn't know had happened.