Mye så hun, men aldri seg selv
Vi gjør det litt lett i dag, pleide mor å si, hun siktet til middagen. Det var hennes frihet, å fire på kravene, fra oss, fra seg selv, det skjedde ikke ofte, bare innimellom. Hun tok seg fri, jeg mener, friheter, hun kjøpte seg tid, hun fikk mer til overs av den når hun gjorde det litt lett. Jeg vet ikke hva hun brukte denne tiden til, den som hun fikk til overs, drømte hun, angret hun, var hun lykkelig, bekymret, hadde hun dårlig samvittighet fordi hun tok seg en sånn frihet, å ta det litt lett, jeg vet ikke, jeg vet bare at jeg syntes det var en ussel frihet
History takes a long time to happen.
The world pauses for royalty and deformity alike, and sometimes one can’t tell the difference.
Hans eget private drama hadde ingen plass i nasjonens mørkeste stund
Eg visste at homoseksualitet var forbode i Norge fram til 1972, men at det var ein psykiatrisk diagnose fram til 1990, var eg ikkje klar over. Gjennom dette portrettet av Kim Friele får ein også innblikk i korleis haldningane våre til dei homofile, og rettane dei har fått i samfunnet vårt, har endra seg og blitt kjempa fram, og at dei ikkje har kome av seg sjølv. I boka vert Friele framstilt som både sterk, steil og samstundes hjartevarm, og kritikarane sine røyster vert også tekne med. Eit sterkt og interessant portrett, godt skrive av Ola Henmo.
Det er det samme hvem eller hva du er, bare du har noen som er glad i deg.
The only people who ever prize purity of ignorance are those who profit from a monopoly on knowledge.
Religion is tied to the deepest feelings people have. The love that arises from that stewing pot is the sweetest and strongest, but the hate is the hottest, and the anger is the most violent.
Your trust in rationality makes you irrational.
Knowledge is just opinion that you trust enough to act upon.
That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.
Sex and hypocrisy. They go together as coffee and cream.
Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.
There are really four dimensions, three which wecall the three planes of Space, and a fourth, Time.
Very simple was my explanation and plausible enough - as most wrong theories are!
Time travel is real, Daniel said. We do it all the time. Moment to moment, minute to minute.
Always be reading something, he said. Even when we're not physically reading. How else will we read the world? Think of it as a constant.
All across the country, people felt it was the wrong thing. All across the country, people felt it was the right thing. All across the country, people felt they'd really lost. All across the country, people felt they'd really won. All across the country, people felt they'd done the right thing and other people had done the wrong thing. All across the country, people looked up Google: what is EU? All across the country, people looked up Google: move to Scotland. All across the country, people looked up Google: Irish Passport Applications. All across the country, people called each other cunts. All across the country, people felt unsafe. All across the country, people were laughing their heads off. All across the country, people felt legitimized. All across the country, people felt bereaved and shocked. All across the country, people felt righteous. All across the country, people felt sick. All across the country, people felt history at their shoulder. All across the country, people felt history meant nothing. All across the country, people felt like they counted for nothing. All across the country, people had pinned their hopes on it. All across the country, people waved flags in the rain. All across the country, people drew swastika graffiti. All across the country, people threatened other people. All across the country, people told people to leave. All across the country, the media was insane. All across the country, politicians lied. All across the country, politicians fell apart. All across the country, politicians vanished. All across the country, promises vanished. All across the country, social media did the job. All across the country, things got nasty. All across the country, nobody spoke about it. All across the country, nobody spoke about anything else. All across the country, racist bile was general. All across the country, people said it wasn't that they didn't like immigrants. All across the country, people said it was about control. All across the country, everything changed overnight. All across the country, the haves and the have nots stayed the same. All across the country, the usual tiny per cent of the people made their money out of the usual huge per cent of the people. All across the country, money money money money. All across the country, no money no money no money no money.
The pauses are a precise language, more a language than actual language is, Elisabeth thinks.