Bokelskere.no

Perhaps I really enjoyed other people’s lives more than I did my own.

... why it is that we can never stop trying to analyse the motives of people who have no personal interest in us, in the vein hope of finding that perhaps they may have just a little after all

If I ever wrote a novel it would be of the ‘stream of consciousness’ type and deal with an hour in the life of a woman at the sink.

I heard myself murmuring politely that I had arrived too early, as if it were actually my fault that she was late.