“They were allowed a little touch at each of the books, but only with their fingertips tonight, literature cannot bear dirty hands; first we'll have to back each volume with paper, the covers must not get dirty, nor the spines… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“A new generation forgets the specters that may have tormented the old… And yet, always, to all eternity, it is the same specter assailing… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“People don't have the imagination to understand politicians. People are too innocent” — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“Can't we make a blusterer ourselves? asked Jón Hreggviðsson. Can't we scratch that damned sign with the ax-point onto the chopping block and get… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“Somewhere, out in the infinite distance, lay the spring, at least in God's mind, like babies that are not yet conceived in the mother's… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“Townsfolk have no conception of the peace that mother nature bestows, and as long as that peace is unfound the spirit must seek to… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“He did not know what to say in the face of such sorrow. He sat in silence by his sister's side in the spring… — Halldor Laxness Copy Share Image
“Man is more perfect than god. Although this woman's doctrine, in which she was brought up from childhood, told her than all men were… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“Pastor Jón Prímus: Do you remember when Úa shook her curls? Do you remember when she looked at us and laughed? Did she not… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
