“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, somewhat cynical mind, he saw her in front of him, stripped and sliced open. That was… — 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? It's a question of knowing without knowing, and wanting without wanting. If you want something too intensely, things fall apart in your hands. You start to doubt everything. As soon as you let go, everything comes… — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share
“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
