2 Quotes by Erik Fosnes Hansen

When night falls people become as lonely as snowflakes floating down from a gray city sky. Now and again we fall past a streetlamp and are visible, a brief moment apart, REAL – we can be seen. We exist. Then we vanish into the gray darkness and the earth draws us to it.

He looked at her as if she were already one of the ugly nameless bodies in the mortuary, and with a medical man’s sober, somewhat cynical mind, he saw her in front of him, stripped and sliced open. That was his revenge. He caught himself regarding the whole world in that way.