Katarina

“Repository,” he finally says, “you know this word? A resting place. A text—a book—is a resting place for the memories of people who have lived before. A way for the memory to stay fixed after the soul has traveled on.” His eyes open very widely then, as though he peers into a great darkness. “But books, like people, die. They die in fires or floods or in the mouths of worms or at the whims of tyrants. If they are not safeguarded, they go out of the world. And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death.”
― Anthony Doerr, Cloud Cuckoo Land

“When I was a child, my mom used to tell me that life was like a game, and sometimes you had to do things you didn’t want to do in order to do the things that you did want to do. I always thought this was strange advice. I only ever had brief and fleeting ideas for things I did want to do, but mostly I felt completely overwhelmed by possibilities, and then just went down the list saying, no, no, no, not that, not that until I was playing this idiots game of racking up things I was doing that I didn’t want to do in service of some imaginary thing I might one day stumble upon.”
― Halle Butler, The New Me

“Mens telefonen ringer op, tænker jeg over, at visse mennesker, mennesker der ikke kommer så meget ud, mennesker uden så mange tætte relationer, har en tendens til at tale for meget, når de endelig får muligheden. Sådan er jeg nogen gange.”
― Halle Butler, The New Me

“Jeg lytter til noget trist i mine høretelefoner. En eller anden kærlighedssang. Jeg har altid følt mig forbundet til teksterne i kærlighedssange på en utraditionel måde, som regel en eller anden sorg over mit forhold til mig selv, jeg ved det ikke.”
― Halle Butler, The New Me