What is literature an expression of, if not an otherwise inaccessible and in reality non-existent closeness? - Karl Ove Knausgård

If dogs can smell fear, girls can smell nervousness, that was my experience.

That is what life is like, is it not? When we’re young we think there’s more to come, that this is only the beginning, whereas in fact it’s all there is, and what we have now, and barely even think about, will soon be the only thing we ever had.

In our century even our dreams are alike, even dreams are things we sell. Undifferentiated, which is just another way of saying indifferent.