Eric

“He continued on, on to the glacier, towards the dawn, from ridge to ridge, in deep, new-fallen snow, paying no heed to the storms that might pursue him. As a child he had stood by the seashore at Ljósavík and watched the waves soughing in and out, but now he was heading away from the sea. "Think of me when you are in glorious sunshine." Soon the sun of the day of resurrection will shine on the bright paths where she awaits her poet.
And beauty shall reign alone.”
― Halldór Laxness, World Light

“I lack the disposition for realism. . . . as soon as I have managed to put together a suitable number of realistic people and placed them in reasonably realistic surroundings where they can live realistic lives, they start to fiddle about, they behave as if they had never before been in contact with real life, but had only lived in a fantasy world. They commit frightful crimes, they die and are resurrected, they ascend to heaven and allow themselves to be misled into all the foolishness the language happens to lead them to, till at last, with oaths and curses, they escape from the planned novel.”
― Torgny Lindgren

“Hij is mooi he?' Ze stond nu naast hem aan de andere zijde.
'Ja, hij is heel mooi.' Ze glimlachte naar me terwijl ze over zijn haar streek. Ik glimlachte terug.
'Mijn jongen', zei ze en ze bleef over zijn haar strijken.
Ik wist net als zij dat ze bij leven al jaren niet meer over zijn haar had mogen strijken en ik dacht dat het vreselijk moest zijn om een moeder te zijn.”
― Esther Gerritsen

“Remember, any lie you are told, even deliberately, is often a more significant fact than a truth told in all sincerity.”
― Halldór Laxness, Under the Glacier