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I remembered when eighteen was grown-up. I had thought I knew everything. I was about twenty-one when I figured out I knew dip-wad. I still knew nothing, but I tried real hard. Sometimes, that is the best you can do. Maybe the best anyone can do. Boy, Miss Cynical in the morning.

Jeg finner nok frem

Døden er ikke så skremmende som før.
Folk jeg var glad i
har gått foran og kvistet løype.
De var skogskarer og fjellvante.
Jeg finner nok frem.

(Kolbein Falkeid)

I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. It had committed suicide. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease, a balanced society with security and permanency as its watchword, it had attained its hopes - to come to this at last.

Den gamle snakket ofte om min tid. Min tid var nesten det samme som tida før, men i min tid var alt bedre og mer riktig.

Inside Every Living Person is s Dead Person Waiting to Get Out...

The intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.

"What goes around comes around," said Vetinari calmly.
He tossed the paper aside. "Taxation, gentlemen, is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum of moo. And I am afraid to say that these days all I get is moo."

No teenage girls is stable. Some are just better at hiding it than others.

Her postcard from Nanking told him that she certainly didn't like what passed for Chinese food in China, and that she couldn't wait to come back to London and eat proper Chinese food.

Jenter menstruerer. Gutter onanerer. Det er livets lov. Alle gjør det. Garantert og uten unntak.

Gandalf never had this kind of problem.
He had exactly this problem, actually, standing in front of the hidden Dwarf door to Moria. Remember when...
I sighed. Sometimes my inner monologue annoys even me.
"Edro, edro," I muttered. "Open." I rubbed at the bridge of my nose and ventured, "Mellon."
Nothing happened. The wards stayed. I guessed the Corpstaker had never read Tolkien. Tasteless bitch.

"One time, one of them wanted the Sun, the Moon and Lady Freya. The time before that, they wanted my hammer, Mjollnir, and the hand of Lady Freya. There was one time they wanted all the treasures of Asgard and Lady Freya..."
"They must like Lady Freya a lot," said Odd.

"Av alle organene," sa Nehemiah Trot, "er tungen den mest bemerkelsesverdige. For vi bruker den både til å smake den søte vin og bitre gift, og slik ytrer vi også ord som er både søte og bitre med samme tunge."

It's rather like the other saying they've never been able to understand, which is that you can't cross the same river twice. Experiments with a long-legged wizard and a small river say you can cross the same river thirty, thirty-five times a minute

The truth isn't easily pinned to a page. In the bathtub of history the truth is harder to hold than the soap, and much more difficult to find...

"So, who are you?" I asked. "And how can you help me?"
"You want to call me something, call me Captain. Or Jack."
"Or Sparrow?" I asked.

"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies," said Jojen. "The man who never reads lives only one."

I ettertid har han (Ibsen) blitt bedømt som Norges største forfatter noensinne, men den høyeste anerkjennelse fikk han aldri. Derimot måtte han oppleve at hans venn og uvenn gjennom mange år, Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson, fikk Nobelprisen i litteratur i 1903. Bjørnson har imidlertid selv fortalt at da han skulle hente prisen på slottet i Stockholm, ble han stoppet av en vaktpost. Bjørnson sa da: "Jeg er Norges største dikter, min gode mann". Og vakten slapp ham inn med svaret: "For all del, herr Ibsen."