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"A man without land is nobody," he said.

(...) me klarar oss bra, fram til me legg hovudet på puta om kvelden og det siste me tenker på før me sovnar er ein mann med skjegg.

Du kunne fått den globusen eg kjøpte til bursdagen din. Eg gav den til Fretex. Eg ville ikkje gi heile verda til ein som ikkje ville ha meg.

Me ligg på ein madrass på eit golv på Tøyen, 13,7 milliardar år etter universet blei skapt. Me ligg her no og aldri meir.

... it ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

They saw themselves as modern Robin Hoods ... virile, inarticulate brutes whose good instincts got warped somewhere in the struggle for self-expression and who spent the rest of their violent lives seeking revenge on a world that done them wrong when they were young and defenceless.

I mean you get your woman and your bike and your banjo and I mean you're on your way.

They don't expect to win anything, but on the other hand, they have nothing to lose.

The girls stood quietly in a group, wearing tight slacks, kerchiefs and sleeveless blouses or sweaters, with boots and dark glasses, uplift bras, bright lipstick and the blank, wary expressions of half-bright souls turned mean and nervous from too much bitter wisdom in too few years.

There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.

(...) det vakre er alltid innan rekkevidd, det er bare å strekke seg ut og ta på det.

Your twenties are a starter of You Don't Have To Have Worked It Out Yet. And your thirties are more a big stodgy main course of Maybe This Is How It's Going To Be.

Most people don't get married to the person they love the most, they marry whoever they happen to be with when they turn thirty.

-Hvorfor har du kommet tilbake? spør jeg. Og jeg vet ikke om det er meg eller mor Fred ser på når han svarer: - For å fortelle deg alt dette.

We recorded in studio B with a small eight-track setup in the back of the Electric Lady. Before we started, I whispered "Hi, Jimi" into the microphone.

The absence of glamour made it seem all the more familiar, a place that we could call our own. As the band played on, you could hear the whack of the pool cue hitting the balls, the saluki barking, bottles clinking, the sounds of a scene emerging. Though no one knew it, the stars were aliging, the angels were calling.

I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart.

It was a good day to arrive in New York City. No one expected me. Everything awaited me.