54 Quotes by Carsten Jensen

With no other choices open to us, we'd turned our gaze seaward. The oceans were our America: they reached farther than any prairie, untamed as on the first day of creation. Nobody owned them.

The stares that had haunted and followed the terrifying killer everywhere he turned had been nothing but a boy's imitation of a mother's reproachful look.No, Herman would never guess what had driven him out of town. We hadn't accused him of a man's murder.We'd accused him of a seagull's.

Without discussing it with his mother, Anton went up to his teacher, Miss Katballe, and informed her that after seven years he was now quitting school. It was the best day of her life, she replied. With unexpected politeness he bowed, thanked her, and said, likewise.

He felt Miss Kristina's presence like something poisonous and something infinitely sweet mixing together in his blood. Inside him, a lack of willpower and a colossal tension battled it out. He felt both weak and furious at the same time. He went around with his fists clenched, ready to fight, yet what he wanted most of all was to hold and be held.

Your roots aren’t to be found in your childhood so much as in your child. It’s he who provides your link to the world, and home is wherever he is.

Esta era a diferença: o mar respeitava nossa masculinidade. Os canhões, não.

Novels are about exploring unexplored territory in the human experience or, at least, drawing new maps of old lands.

She still held back her tears, as if subjecting herself to some terrible endurance test.

That's the strange thing about a good story. No pleasure if you can't share it.