Wales and the art of fine dying Quotes

“«Hele huset virket som om det helst ikke ville ha noen boende i seg. Bortover den dunkle gangen rullet et slitent, rødbrunt teppe seg som en oppsvulmet tunge og en svak eim av mugg steg opp når jeg trådde på det.»”
― Tone Wasbak Melbye, Wales and the art of fine dying

“Ved skrivebordet stod en pinnestol og vaklet under tilværelsens tyngde. Fargekartet ellers var holdt i hverdagsgrått og elendighetsbrunt.”
― Tone Wasbak Melbye, Wales and the art of fine dying

“Fransk balkong, tror jeg de kaller sånne små selvmordsutvekster, akkurat store nok til å hoppe fra og ikke stort mer.”
― Tone Wasbak Melbye, Wales and the art of fine dying

“I wished I could put all of these things in a drawer and close it, pick them out again when I felt ready to examine them, like treasures collected from a walk on the beach.”
― Tone Wasbak Melbye, Wales and the art of fine dying

“I gazed in through shop windows at clothes, electronic thingummies, and various bottles. People live here, I thought. They live and change and the world is a whole.”
― Tone Wasbak Melbye, Wales and the art of fine dying

“The mudbank drowsed in the sunshine.”
― Tone Wasbak Melbye, Wales and the art of fine dying