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If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.

Typisk sunnmøring. Kom hit tomhendt, men nå eier han både campingen, treningssenteret og mye annet rundt her. Han slo seg opp på et bibelcampopplegg like etter årtusenskiftet - mannfolka talte i tunger, og kvinnfolka løp rundt mellom teltene og forsøkte å fange Satan i plastbøtte.

'Men. You can't live with them... and you can't legally shoot them,' Zirconia says. 'I tossed out my husband eight years ago and got a llama instead. Best decision I ever made.'

Bygdabøygen såg eg sidan
i mang ein form
god som engel
og sleip som orm :
Stundom einsleg som nadarear,
og brått i flokk som fariseer.
Utanfrå kom han inn og takka
for seinast og sist
tøyg og turlærd og seminarist

Stundom bar han ein kross
og stundom sverdet ved sida.
Han song om fagraste framtidslandet
og levde langt inn i gamletida.
Han heiste faner i storm og sol
og ottast fylgjet som bar han fram.
Han nekta etter at hanen gol
og beit av hovudet av spott og skam

Frå diktet Bygdabøygen. Tor Jonsson, 1946

The real power of a wolf isn't in its fearsome jaws, which can clench with fifteen hundred pounds of pressure per square inch. The real power of a wolf is having that strength, and knowing when not to use it.

Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.

You don't shake hands, you wai - by putting your hands in front of you like you're praying, with the tips of your index fingers touching your nose. The higher the hands are, and the lower your bow, the more respect you're showing. A wai can be used for greeting, apology, gratitude.
You've got to admire a culture that uses a single gesture to say both thank you and I'm sorry.

Charlie dro opp kjolen og viste frem et par hårete hvite bein over støvlettene.
- Det hjelper ikke så mye, Charlie. Husk at dette er gamle fine vestkantfruer vi snakker om.
- Å, de elsker homoer. De elsker oss. De vet det bare ikke selv.
- Har du ikke en vanlig genser, og en vanlig bukse?
- Herregud Mia, nå knuser du ytringsfriheten her. Jeg er kunstner, et vandrende åndsverk, vet du det?
- Jeg tror fruene kommer til å blande sammen åndsverk og åndssvak hvis du tropper opp i det der.

She had learned from her last relationship that just when you thought everything was perfect, life could turn round and bite you.

He wondered, sometimes, if he would make old bones. And what it would be like. To be retired, hobbling along, confused by the past, bewildered by the present and with the future mostly irrelevant. Or being pushed along in a wheelchair, with a blanket over his knees, another one over his mind.

All men lie. That's how they operate. If you want a longterm relationship with a man, you've got to understand it's going to be with a liar. It's in their nature - it's genetic, it's a bloody Darwinian acquired characteristic for survival, OK? They tell you what they want you to hear.

Perspective. Everything was about perspective. One man's darkness was another man's daylight. How come so many people did not realize that?

There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time has come.

Life must be lived forward, but it can only be understood backwards.