“Forty was when you met yourself in the doorway and could take stock one last time, before it was too late to change direction.” PeopleLifeAgeChange Book:The Morning Star Source: The Morning Star
“Who I am to them I have no idea, probably a vague memory of someone they once knew in their childhood years, for they have done so much to one another in their lives since then, so much has happened and with such impact that the small incidents that took place in their childhoods have no more gravity than the dust stirred up by a passing car, or the seeds of a withering dandelion dispersed by the breath from a small mouth. And oh, wasn't the latter a fine image, of how event after event is dispersed in the air above the little meadow of one's own history, only to fall between the blades of grass and vanish?” PeopleChildhoodMy StruggleKarl Ove KnausgaardKarl Ove KnausgårdMin Kamp Book:Min kamp 3 Source: Min kamp 3
“There was nothing left of my feelings for those I had just spent several hours with. The whole crowd of them could have burned in hell for all I cared.” PeopleMy StruggleKarl Ove KnausgaardKarl Ove KnausgårdMin KampKnausgaardA Man In LoveKnausgård Book:Min kamp 2 Source: Min kamp 2
“I am alive, I have my own children and with them I have tried to achieve only one aim: that they shouldn’t be afraid of their father. They aren’t. I know that. When I enter a room, they don’t cringe, they don't look down at the floor, they don’t dart off as soon as they glimpse an opportunity, no, if they look at me, it is not a look of indifference, and if there is anyone I am happy to be ignored by it is them. If there is anyone I am happy to be taken for granted by, it is them. And should they have completely forgotten I was there when they turn forty themselves, I will thank them and take a bow and accept the bouquets.” PeopleFatherFatherhoodFathersMy StruggleKarl Ove KnausgaardKarl Ove KnausgårdMin Kamp Book:Min kamp 3 Source: Min kamp 3
“But the moment I was alone others meant nothing to me. It wasn't that I disliked them, or nurtured feelings of loathing for them; on the contrary, I liked most of them, and the ones I didn't actually like I could always see some worth in, some attribute I could identify with, or at least find interesting, something which could occupy my mind for the moment. But liking them was not the same as caring about them. It was the social situation that bound me, the people within it did not.” PeopleKarl Ove KnausgaardKarl Ove KnausgårdKnausgaardKnausgård Book:Min kamp 2 Source: Min kamp 2