“Deep within, every human being hoards a pitch-black riddle. The darkness of the iris is nothing other than the starless night, the… — Lars Gustafsson Copy Share Image
“This white hot pain, naturally, is basically nothing but a precise measure of the forces which hold this body together. It is a precise… — Lars Gustafsson Copy Share Image
“What is it that keeps us in motion? Not seldom, the fear that the bitterness of the past will catch up with us. The… — Lars Gustafsson Copy Share Image
“If we leave that general descriptive talk where everything which looks like a poem can be called a poem and turn instead to normative… — Lars Gustafsson Copy Share Image
“Deep within, every human being hoards a pitch-black riddle. The darkness of the iris is nothing other than the starless night, the darkness deep… — Lars Gustafsson Copy Share Image
“The fantastic in literature doesn't exist as a challenge to what is probable, but only there where it can be increased to a challenge… — Lars Gustafsson Copy Share Image
“He stood quite still, freezing, and somebody somewhere owed him infinite love.” — Lars Gustafsson Copy Share Image
“The usual heresy consists in denying the existence of a god who has created us. It is a much more interesting heresy to imagine… — Lars Gustafsson Copy Share Image
