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Det finnes to måter å se et glass på, Dag, men livet ... vil alltid være halvtomt.

Ikke merket han noe takknemlighet for at han tok seg av barna, heller. Og når de gikk til sengs om kvelden, hadde visst Elise glemt at de hadde latt en sak være uavsluttet siden begynnelsen av helgen. Hun snudde seg på siden og sovnet, enda hun visste at det kunne gjøre fysisk vondt der nede hos en mann, hvis noe påbegynt ikke ble avsluttet innen rimelig tid.

I now idealism is not playing on the radio right now (...). You don't see it on TV, irony is on heavy rotation, the knowingness, the smirk, the tired joke. I've tried them all out. Idealism is under siege, beset by materialism, narcissism, and all the other isms of indifference.

You can't have the benefits of globalization without the responsibilities.

Africa defies all concepts that we hold to be true: our concept of neigbor, our concept of civilization, our concept of equality, of love. I mean, you can just forget about it. What Africa says about Europe and America is withering. It says we've built our Houses of Parliment and government on sand, because if we really believed the things we say we believe, we would not let 23 million Africans die of AIDS. You can't have the benefits of globalization without the responsibilities.

He wasn't naive; he knew when to say no. It was just that he didn't always think being spun a yarn was a good enough reason for not doing what he could to help.

Nothing epitomizes the futility of human striving quite like aspartame,"she says and sips

... and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.

Vi kjører aldri med bestefaren din igjen, hadde Fredrik sagt, nei, nei, svarte jeg, vi får se, men vi hadde ikke kjørt med bestefaren min igjen, for han døde noen år etter, heldigvis før han rakk å ta livet av noen med bilen sin.

Da jeg var liten, hadde det alltid vært gøy å sitte bak bestefar når vi kjørte i mørket, for han hadde så store ører at de lyste opp i rødt hver gang vi møtte en bil med litt kraftige frontlys.

My own theory - or one of them - was that once you started to hit middle age, you became so jaded and unsurprised by life that you had to have a child in order to provide yourself with a new set of eyes through which to view things, to make them seem new and exciting again.

Cars are like people. We mill around every day, we rush here and there, we come within inches of touching each other but very little real contact goes on. All those near misses. All those might-have-beens.

"What's happened?", she asked. "Nothing yet," I told her. "But I can't speak for later."

Hver gang jeg omtaler noe som "for lenge siden", føler jeg at jeg beveger meg mot noe. Det finnes ting vi innser først etter at det har gått veldig lang tid og vi kan omtale det som "for lenge siden". Kanskje det er de tingene som har gjort oss til det vi er

Jeg tror at det var da jeg innså at det å åpne seg for andre mennesker ikke nødvendigvis brakte deg nærmere andre, men faktisk kunne gjøre deg fattigere. Jeg tenkte til og med at det å komme nærmere noen var enklere ved å vise empati i stillhet.