“Straciliśmy wszystko, ostały się tylko nasze dzieci i my, ale za to mamy mokrą trawę i rytm morza na skałach.”

“We're nothing more than dust-jackets for books, of no significance otherwise.”

“The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of universe together into one garment for us.”

“It was funny, thought Chopra, how, in a city of twenty million, where it was virtually impossible to enjoy a moment of privacy, his fellow citizens so often managed to see absolutely nothing.”

“Let's begin with this idea, Morrie said. Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it.”

“We must research our pain”

“Never underestimate the big importance of small things”

“Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature.”

“Was there only one world after all, which spent its time dreaming of others?”

“I'm more concerned, (...), with the world as a riddle than with riddles in the world.”

“The world isn't a mosaic of coincidences, Steinn. It's all interconnect.”

“They are people who learn more from themselves than they can ever learn from others.”

“Writing is the fruit of life. Life isn't the fruit of writing.”

“Sztuka pomaga uciec przed nieszczęściem i smutkiem, uczy transformować trudne uczucia.”

“Jaką wiadomość ciało chce ci przekazać poprzez chorobę?”

“Podobno sto lat temu człowiek przez całe życie przyswajał tyle informacji, ile dziś jest w jednym numerze "New York Timesa"”

“Books were safer than other people anyway.”

“It sometimes happens that our lives, in all their monotonousness, are so extraordinary that no work of fiction can surpass them.”

“(...) I share almost ninety-nine per cent of my genes with a chimpanzee - and our longevity is virtually the same - but I don't think you have an inkling of how much more I comprehend, and yet I know I must tear myself away from it. For example, I have a good grasp of just how infinitely great outer space is and how it's divided into galaxies and clusters of galaxies, spirals and lone stars, and that there are healthy stars and febrile red giants, white dwarfs and neutron stars, planets ans asteroids. I know everything about the sun and moon, about the evolution of life on earth, about the Pharaohs and the Chinese dynasties, the countries of the world and their peoples as presently constituted, not to mention all the studying I've done on plants and animals, canals and lakes, rivers and mountain passes. Without even a pause for thought I can tell you the names of several hundred cities, I can tell you the names of nearly all the countries in the world, and I know the approximate populations of every one. I have a knowledge of the historical background of the different cultures, their religion and mythology, and to a certain extent also the history of their languages, in particular etymological relationships, especially within the Indo-European family of languages, but I can certainly reel off a goodly number of expressions from the Semitic language too, and the same from Chinese and Japanese, not to mention all the topographical and personal names I know. In addition, I'm acquainted with several hundred individuals personally, and just from my own small country I could, at the drop of a hat, supply you with several thousand names of loving fellow countrymen whom I know something about - fairly extensive biographical knowledge in some cases. And I needn't confine myself to Norwegians, we're living more and more in a global village, and soon the village square will cover the entire galaxy. On another level, there are all the people I'm genuinely fond of, although it isn't just people one gets attached to, but places as well: just think of the all the places I know like the back of my hand, and where I can tell if someone's gone chopped down a bush or moved a stone. Then there are books, especially all those that have taught me so much about the biosphere and outer space, but also literary works, and through them all the imaginary people whose lives I've come to know and who, at times, have meant a great deal to me. And then I couldn't live without music, and I'm very eclectic, everything from folk music and Renaissance music to Schonberg and Penderecki, but I have to admit, and this has a bearing on the very perspective we're trying to gain, I have to admit to having a particular penchant for romantic music, and this, don't forget, can also be found amongst the works of Bach and Gluck, not to mention Albinoni. But romantic music has existed in every age, and even Plato warned against it because he believed that melancholy could actually weaken the state, and it's patently clear when you get to Puccini and Mahler that music has become a direct expression of what I'm trying to get you to comprehend, that life is too short and that the way human beings are fashioned means they must take leave of far too much. If you've heard Mahler's Abschied from Das Lied von the Erde you'll know what I mean. Hopefully you'll have understood that it's the farewell itself I'm referring to, the actual leave- taking, and that this takes place in the self-same organ where everything I'm saying goodbye to is stored.”

“It takes billions of years to create a human being. And it takes only a few seconds to die.”

“I was the paleontologist who'd developed a fear of bones. I was the zoologist who could barely admit he was an animal. I was the evolutionary biologist who found it hard to accept that his time on earth, too, was limited.”

“Our species has a strange fascination for the 'last' and the 'lost'. The thrill of an experience that future generations can enjoy is as nothing compared to the value of seeing something that subsequently was ruined. He who sees last, sees best. Just a grieving relatives will argue about who had the last word with the deceased.”

“In a blinding flash it showed me that I, too, was a living being of flesh and blood, another animal, who had my time on earth now, but who one day would cease to be here.”

“(...) Some people do colour the room they are standing in with rather a special aura (...)”