One’s self-image not only encompasses the person you are but also the person you wanted to be, could be or once had been. - Karl Ove Knausgård

Attending a poetry reading is like being in a hospital,” he said as we left the next station. “Full of neuroses.

Döden gör livet meningslöst för att allt vi någonsin har strävat efter upphör med den, och den gör livet meningsfullt för att dess närvaro gör det lilla vi har av det omistligt, gör varje ögonblick dyrbart.

But Dad was no longer breathing. That was what had happened to him, the connection with the air had been broken, now it pushed against him like any other object, a log, a gasoline can, a sofa. He no longer poached air, because that is what you do when you breathe, you trespass, again and again you trespass on the world. He was lying somewhere in town now.