“Hjertet mitt banket, for jeg stod ikke bare på bunnen av en skog med himmelen over meg langt der oppe, jeg stod også på bunnen av meg selv og så opp i noe lyst og åpent og lykkelig.” BarndomMin Kamp Author:Karl Ove Knausgård
“Was art only an inner phenomenon? Something that moved within us and between us, all that we couldn't see but marked us, indeed which was us? Was this the function of landscape painting, portraits, sculptures, to draw the external world, so essentially alien to us, into our inner world?” ArtRealityImaginationInner World Book:Min kamp 5 Source: Min kamp 5
“I had always liked darkness. When I was small I was afraid of it if I was alone, but when I was with others I loved it and the change to the world it brought. Running around in the forest or between houses was different in the darkness, the world was enchanted, and we, we were breathless adventurers with blinking eyes and pounding hearts. When I was older there was little I liked better than to stay up at night, the silence and the darkness had an allure, they carried a promise of something immense. And autumn was my favorite season, wandering along the road by the river in the dark and the rain, not much could beat that. But this darkness was different. This darkness rendered everything lifeless. It was static, it was the same whether you were awake or asleep, and it became harder and harder to motivate yourself to get up in the morning. I succeeded, and five minutes later I was standing in front of my desk again, but what happened there was also rendered lifeless. It felt as though I was getting nothing back from what I was doing. However much effort I put in, nothing came back. Everything vanished, everything dissolved into the great darkness in which we lived. I might as well say this as that, do this as that, nothing made any difference.” LifeMotivationSilenceDarknessWildernessLifeless Book:Min kamp 4 Source: Min kamp 4