That's the strange thing about a good story. No pleasure if you can't share it. — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
With no other choices open to us, we'd turned our gaze seaward. The oceans were our America: they reached farther than any prairie, untamed… — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
“Your roots aren’t to be found in your childhood so much as in your child. It’s he who provides your link to the world,… — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
“Without discussing it with his mother, Anton went up to his teacher, Miss Katballe, and informed her that after seven years he was now… — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
“...the miller's hefty wife, Madam Weber, already armed with a pitchfork, insisted on joining the fight, and because she appeared more intimidating than most… — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
“But he didnt want to be thought of as a fool. To walk around the town fully dressed and yet appear naked to the… — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
“No, he hadn't known anything about children, but now he'd learned something: a child's mind is open to everything.” — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
“Though I had no respect for Jack Lewis, I respected the hole in his chest. He was dying, and you owe the dying your… — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
“That's how it is, he told himself. If you dread something enough, even your worst fears coming true brings comfort.” — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
“Freedom had a thousand faces. But so did crime. The thought of what a man might do made me dizzy.” — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
Two drowning people can't save each other. All they can do is drag each other down. — Carsten Jensen Copy Share Image
