He boils milk with fresh ginger, a quarter of a vanilla bean, and tea that is so dark and fine-leaved that it looks like black dust. He strains it and puts cane sugar in both our cups. There's something euphorically… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“There's no simple aritmetic for life's distribution of happiness and sorrow, no such thing as a standard share.” — Peter Høeg Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
