“ Writing was a defeat, it was a humiliation, it was coming face-to-face with yourself and seeing you weren't good enough. Karl Ove Knausgård
“ In the streets outside everything was still. The hour before five was the only time of day this city slept. In my earlier life, during the twelve years I had lived in Bergen I used to stay up at night… Karl Ove Knausgård
“ The smooth, flat rocks were exactly the same, the sea pounded down on them in the same way, and also the landscape under the water, with its small valleys and bays and steep chasms and slopes, strewn… Karl Ove Knausgård
“ Yes, we were good at using the grapevine. But what we were best at, what we were really the kings of, that was buses and sitting around in bedrooms.No one could beat us at that.None of this led anywhe… Karl Ove Knausgård
“ It was a fantastic feeling, but it left me restless because the most important thing in it was the longing, for what was going to be, not for what I did or had done. Karl Ove Knausgård
“ Asbjørn had a nose, that was his great talent, I had never met anyone with such sureness of taste as him, but what use was it, part from being the hub student life revolved around? The essence of a no… Karl Ove Knausgård
“ There is only one thing children find harder to hold back than tears, and that is joy. Karl Ove Knausgård
