“Linear time has to be envisaged as a huge, endless knife blade scraping its way across the universe, and drawing it along with it. In its wake it leaves an endless broad stripe of past time, ahead of it lies… — Peter Høeg Copy Share Image
“When you are in the company of people who look down upon themselves as though they were animals, you too become like an animal.… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
“With age I have voluntarily chosen certain limitations. I don't have the energy to start over again. To learn new skills or fight my… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
“That was the way of the rule. They had so many to keep an eye on. As long as you kept a low profile,… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
“That was what we meant by science. That both question and answer are tied up with uncertainty, and that they are painful. But that… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
I like him. I have a weakness for losers. Invalids, foreigners, the fat boy of the class, the ones nobody ever wants to dance… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
“There's no simple aritmetic for life's distribution of happiness and sorrow, no such thing as a standard share.” — Peter Høeg Copy Share
“She said she had been thinking about the way you remembered your past. What you remembered, she said, was a string of events and… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
“The cookies combine butter and spices in such a way that you could eat a hundred of them and only realize how sick you… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
It's these small differences in people's karma that determine if we get up or remain lying on the ground. — Peter Høeg Copy Share
There's a look of mischief in his eyes. 'Smilla. Why is it that such an elegant and petite girl like you has such a… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
When my mother didn't come back I realized that any moment could be the last. Nothing in life should simply be a passage from… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created. — Peter Høeg Copy Share
“As far as I'm concerned, you could send all the cars in the world through a compactor and shoot them out through the stratosphere… — Peter Høeg Copy Share
