What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow..

Like a Chinese box, the world of the novel contained smaller worlds, and inside those were yet smaller worlds. Together, these worlds made up a singl….

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped ….

It is however, difficult to make your narratives relative by yourself. A novelists' work is to provide models to make your narratives relative. If yo….

There are three ways you can get along with a girl: one, shut up and listen to what she has to say; two, tell her you like what she's wearing; and th….

Learning another language is like becoming another person..

When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it..

This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles..

Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload..

We're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning..

If you're going to while away the years, it's far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive then in a fog, and I believe #‎ running helps ….

Will you wait for me forever?.

Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night..

Nights without work I spend with whisky and books..

But if something did happen, it happened. Whether it's right or wrong. I accept everything that happens, and that's how I became the person I am now..

Sometimes taking time is actually a shortcut..

I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind..

Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?.

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it..

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can nev….

I think history is collective memories. In writing, I'm using my own memory, and I'm using my collective memory..