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Det er ikkje alle som klarer å stå dette løpet det er å vere eit menneske

Håkon har den uvanen at han er på nettet kvart andre minutt, same kor han er. Han fiklar og fiklar med den telefonen så ein skulle tru det var eit kvinnfolk han hadde mellom hendene

Vi har ikkje tilgang til det som står like framfor oss

The sun is jumping ship and evening's coming. But this country needs a good disco.

A cancer is a rebellion, a cell gone rogue against the body with turncoats turning the other way and seducing parts of you to do the same. I will divide your parts and conquer. I will shut down your limbs one by one, and spill poison in your bones because look, there is nothing in me but blackness.

Can people do that? Can people want to be with someone all the time, okay most of the time, and yet also wish they were alone? And not in little compartments but at once? At the same time? All the time? I want to be alone but I need to not be.

I want to say sorry, I'm too busy thinking about how women in 1976 either get herself fucked or fucked over by a man but instead I say,
- Excuse me?

You want to scream stop the fucking car and take the fucking pussy and be done with it, because that sounds tough, like it's almost touch enough to scare them a little, but you know words like that could never come from a mouth like yours.

It's the slowness that gets you, the feeling that there is still time to do something, to get out, to run, to close your eyes and thing of Treasure Beach. You have all the time in the world. Because when this happens it's your fault. Why didn't you get out? Why didn't you leave? The policeman hears my mind and stomps the gas, raising the stakes. Why don't you get out? Why don't you leave? If you open the door and jump out, just grab your knees and roll until you stop.

In the ghetto there is no such thing as peace. There is only this fact. Your power to kill me can only be stop by my power to kill you.

Det gror ikke før det har blødd

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

Hans eget private drama hadde ingen plass i nasjonens mørkeste stund

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.

Krø er pakket inn i en grå og tung tåke som begynner bare noen meter fra husveggen. Ingenting beveger seg. Ingen biler passerer, ingen fugler kvitrer. Jeg har skrudd av mobilen og går fra rom til rom i det gamle huset. For første gang på flere uker føler jeg meg trygg. Alt er så oversiktlig og ryddig her ute. Ingenting forandrer seg. Ingen bygger en ny bydel ut i havet. Ingen sprenger en bombe foran en viktig bygning. Alt er det samme og det samme gjentar seg. En ørn på himmelen. En storm om høsten. Flo og fjære.