Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality… — 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
