Is literature more important than hurting people? You can't argue that. You can't say it. It's impossible. — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
I do feel guilty. I do. Especially about my family, my children. I write about them, and I know that this will haunt them… — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
The difficult thing for me is that I want basically to be a good man. That's what I want to be. — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
It's one thing to be banal, stupid, and idiotic on the inside. It's another to have it captured in writing. — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
“As your perspective of the world increases not only is the pain it inflicts on you less but also its meaning. Understanding the world requires you to take a certain distance from it. Things that are too small to see with the naked eye, such as molecules and atoms, we magnify. Things that are too large, such as cloud formations,… — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share
When it comes to memories of that iconic type, memories that are burned into you, I have maybe ten or so from my childhood.… — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
Life develops, changes, is in motion. The forms of literature are not. — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
Form is, in a way, death. A novelist's obligation is to break free from the form, even though he knows that this will also… — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
You can write a radical Norwegian or a conservative Norwegian. And when I changed to a conservative Norwegian, I gained this distance or objectivity… — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
My memory is basically visual: that's what I remember, rooms and landscapes. What I do not remember are what the people in these room… — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share Image
“Until I moved to Stockhold I had felt there was a continuity to my life, as if it stretched unbroken from childhood up to the present, held together by new connections, in a complex and ingenious pattern in which every phenomenon I saw was capable of evoking a memory which unleashed small landslides of feeling in me, some with a… — Karl Ove Knausgaard Copy Share
