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1 " The number of people we come close to during our lives is small, and we fail to realise how infinitely important each and every one of them is to us until we grow older and can see things from afar. When I was sixteen, I thought that life was without end, the number of people in it inexhaustible. This was by no means strange, since right from starting school at the age of seven I’d been surrounded by hundreds of children and adults; people were a renewable resource, found in abundance, but what I didn’t know, or rather had absolutely no conception of, was that every step I took was defining me, every person I encountered leaving their mark on me, and that the life I was living at that particular time, boundlessly arbitrary as it seemed, was in fact my life. That one day i would look back on my life and this would be what I looked back on. What then had been insignificant, as weightless as air, a series of events dissolving in exactly the same way as the darkness dissolved in the mornings, would twenty years on seem laden with destiny and fate. "
― Karl Ove Knausgård , My Struggle I-VI
2 " What a pile of shit this was. Shit, shit, shit, fuck cunt. "
3 " Pe tot parcursul copilăriei și al adolescenței ne străduim să stabilim distanța corectă față de lucruri și fenomene. Citim, învățăm, experimentăm, ne adaptăm. Și ajungem într-o zi în punctul în care toate distanțele necesare sunt fixate, toate sistemele necesare sunt stabilite. Atunci timpul începe să curgă mai repede. Nu mai întâmpină vreo piedică, totul e stabil; se revarsă prin viețile noastre, zilele dispar cu repeziciune, și, până să ne dăm seama, avem patruzeci, cincizeci, șaizeci de ani... "