Mimozë

“B National Pride - Is located on top of the head, under the hair, and for this and other reasons may be difficult to detect.
C Mouth - Is used for the intake of food and drink, and, to some extent, for talking. (See: Norwegian Conversations (Do they occur?)).
G Craving for Freedom - Located in the heart.
H Right Hand - Open, ready to accept friendship and/or sales contracts.”
― Odd Børretzen, How to Understand and Use a Norwegian: A User's Manual and Troubleshooter's Guide [Illustrated]

“The best way to tell whether the Norwegian is a Norwegian is to say:
"Are you Swedish?"
Regardless whether you say this in English, French, Italian, Japanese, Urdu or Swahili, he will answer:
"Swedish? Me? I'm a Norwegian!"
Then you will be able to tell.”
― Odd Børretzen, How to Understand and Use a Norwegian: A User's Manual and Troubleshooter's Guide [Illustrated]

“If, in our day, you should see a polar bear in a Norwegian street, especially in the dead of night, you should tentatively say to the animal: "Good evening?" If the polar bear answers, "Shutyourbigmouth!" or something that sounds like this, in all likelihood, this is not a polar bear but a Norwegian on his way home from a party.”
― Odd Børretzen, How to Understand and Use a Norwegian: A User's Manual and Troubleshooter's Guide [Illustrated]

“It's a lousy Napoleon cake. The cream should be a pale yellowish white and light, but this one is feverish yellow and sticky. I eat just the top and leave the rest on the plate. I ought to complain, hold the cake up in front of the lady at the counter and say: "This is a cheap imitation, I want my money back." But I have never done that. I have never complained about anything except badly written books and the world situation, and you don't get your money back when little Nepalese girls are sold by their families to brothels in Bangkok, or because the World Bank refuses to waive cruel loans to Uganda. On the contrary. And lousy books; they just look at you and say: "Why don't you write one yourself, then?”
― Per Petterson, In the Wake