“I never really had any God at all, just an imagined one, an inherited ghost.” — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
“When night falls people become as lonely as snowflakes floating down from a gray city sky. Now and again we fall past a streetlamp… — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
“How can all the small insects simultaneously know, without a brain, without knowing anything, that today they should visit this meadow, tomorrow that one?… — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
“Everyone chats and smiles, chats about nothing, shouts and drinks themselves silly occasionally or all the time. They they die one fine day, old… — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
In time they sank and decayed, and nothing is left of them except an occasional impression in stones, in stones now found in deserts… — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
“He looked at her as if she were already one of the ugly nameless bodies in the mortuary, and with a medical man's sober,… — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
“I never really had any God at all, just an imagined one, an inherited ghost.” — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
