“It's all a waste of time. Everything begins only to end. The moment you were born you began to die. That's how it is with everything.” — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“Alles ist egal", ruft er seiner Klasse zu. "Denn alles fängt nur an, um aufzuhören. In demselben Moment, in dem ihr geboren werdet, fangt… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“The door smiled. It was the first time I'd seen it do that. Pierre Anthon left the door ajar like a grinning abyss that would swallow me up into the outside with him if only I let myself go. Smiling at whom? At me, at us. I looked around the class. The uncomfortable silence told me the others had felt… — Janne Teller Copy Share
Then how come everyone's making like everything that isn't important is very important, all the while they're so busy pretending what's really important isn't… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“How come everyone's making like everthing that isn't important is very important, all the while they're so busy pretending what's really important isn't important… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“...we knew that everything was more about how it appeared than how it was. The most important thing, in any circumstance, was to amount… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“To be sure, there were still a lot of people against us, but the very intensity of the fight over the meaning of the… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
The Nation State as such is totally a construction: what we feel for it in terms of habits, traditions, countryside or nature could exist… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“If something's worth getting upset about, then there must be something worth getting happy about. And if something's worth getting happy about, then there… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“Without knowing exactly what, I knew that the fire was something that had to do with the meaning. I decided I wasn't going to… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“You go to school to get a job, and you get a job to take time off to do nothing. Why not do nothing… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
“We were supposed to amount to something. Something was the same as someone, and even if nobody ever said so out loud, it was hardly left unspoken, either. It was just in the air, or in the time, or in fence surrounding the school, or in our pillows, or in the soft toys that after having served us so loyally… — Janne Teller Copy Share
