7 Quotes by Chris Nicolaisen

Scars are something of a body’s memoir.

The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few could appreciate or even understand.

You want to know the secret to raising good kids?”“What’s that? asked Thomas.“High expectations.”Thomas laughed. “Alright, well what’s the secret to a happy marriage?”Clyde smiled back, but his face started to fall, and he chose his words carefully. “… Low expectations.

Their faces were contorted with a horror only known to those who have silenced their consciences.

I need a seatbelt on an airplane like a hole in the head,” thought Jane, as she smiled back.

It was as hard to be a Norwegian in 1881 as it was to be an American in 1770. Perhaps even harder, as Norway was far from a young nation.

Jane wondered why small-minded people often form such large groups as she made her way home.