Quotes by : Hanne Ørstavik

I have layer upon layer of thoughts in my head and the bottom one has nothing to grip on to.

I look out of the window again. The rain is trickling down silently, evenly, like the tears that cover....

What they display, these students who don't arrive in the reading room until nine, or even later, is....

I wondered who in this room I would go to if I had problems. Anyone my own age looked silly, immature,....

I lay on my side with my head on the pillows and looked out of the window; the blue of the sky was so....