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Authors, she soon decided, were probably best met with in the pages of their novels, and were as much creatures of the reader's imagination as the characters in their books.

Books where uncharted country

Fear of Danger is ten thousand times more terrifying than Danger itself, when apparent to the Eyes; and we find the Burthen of Anxiety greater, by much, than the Evil which we are anxious about

Perhaps you think you see a certain contradiction here? In that case, a word in your ear. Study your wife closely, for the next four-and-twenty hours. If your good lady doesn’t exhibit something in the shape of a contradiction in that time, Heaven help you! – you have married a monster.

Here's the truth: Home isn't a place. It's not a person. And again, it's not where the heart is, unless perhaps you are a serial killer who keeps trophies.

Lovecraft said that the oldest and strongest type of fear is fear of the unknown. And he was an authority on such matters. But that's not exactly it, is it? We like the unknown. We're hunky dory with the unknown. we are in fact perfectly thrilled with the unknown as long as it remains unknown and we never have to think about it. What we're really afraid of is that the unknown will stand up and demand to be recognized. That it won't get out of the way quickly enough and we'll step in it, all squishy and moist. We're terrified at night in the dark that the rough, slouching unknown will crawl into bed and give us a hot wet kiss on the neck. We're not afraid of the unknown. We're afraid of the unknown becoming known.

Unge menn kan sjelden ta en akutt vanskelig situasjon. Iallfall ikke når de er flere sammen, og den akutte vanskelighet knytter seg til en besvimt ung dame.

Kvinner kan aldri passe tiden; det er derfor de er så ubrukbare i forretningslivet.

Det er alltid en lettelse å ha et annet og svakere vesen og beskytte når man ikke føler seg synderlig modig selv.

Til å være en moderne Don Quijote er du slett ikke så gal, sa han. - Du stormer vindmøller på en flott og heroisk måte som virkelig avtvinger respekt.

Tenk på hvor meget god norsk skog som er blitt ødelagt ved at man har laget bøker av den! Tenk dere et stolt gammelt tre i skogen, en kongefuru som vinden suser i, en verden i seg selv. Og så en dag kommer det noen dverger å hugger den overende og sender den til byen for å gjøre den om til litteratur.

Jeg er tross alt født og oppvokst i elektrisk belyste omgivelser.

Det er noe gåtefullt mellom mennesker, noe jeg ikke får med meg.