Karla

“There was a level on which I believed that what had happened remained reversible”
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

“I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.”
― Ida Løkås, Det fine som flyter forbi

“Dieting makes me want to murder everyone around me.”
― David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System

“there are places in the world where real life is still happening, far away from here, in a pre-Hitler Europe, where hundreds of lights are lit every evening, ladies and gentlemen gather to drink coffee with cream in oak-panelled rooms, or sit comfortably in splendid coffee-houses under gilt chandeliers, stroll arm in arm to the opera or the ballet, observe from close-up the lives of great artists, passionate love affairs, broken hearts, the painter’s girlfriend falling in love with his best friend the composer, and going out at midnight bareheaded in the rain to stand alone on the ancient bridge whose reflection trembles in the river. *”
― Amos Oz, A Tale of Love and Darkness