I never really had any God at all, just an imagined one, an inherited ghost.

- Erik Fosnes Hansen

In time they sank and decayed, and nothing is left of them except an occasional impression in stones, in stones now found in deserts and on high moun…

- Erik Fosnes Hansen

When night falls people become as lonely as snowflakes floating down from a gray city sky. Now and again we fall past a streetlamp and are visible, a…

- Erik Fosnes Hansen