Karl Ove Knausgard Quotes
And it's a disquieting thought that not even the past is done with, even that continues to change, as if in reality there is only one time, for everything, one time for every purpose under heaven. One single second, one single landscape, in which what happens activates and deactivates what has already happened in endless chain reactions, like the processes that take place in the brain, perhaps, where cells suddenly bloom and die away, all according to the way the winds of consciousness are blowing.
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Long hair, for me, is actually less maintenance. I went through a phase when I was kid where I wanted a pixie cut. At the time I thought it looked awesome, but I look back and I looked like such a dork! When I have short hair, I feel like I have to blow dry it, or it doesn't sit properly.
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After marriage, most women keep aside their aspirations and dreams as their priorities change.
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Many of the songs on Undertow were written at the time Opiate came out.
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But Eraserhead was the first real intense kind of thing I had ever done before the cameras and Lynch had to really bring me down a lot and he still does.
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I live a half mile from the San Andreas fault - a fact that bubbles up into my consciousness every time some other part of the world experiences an earthquake. I sometimes wonder whether this subterranean sense of impending disaster is at least partly responsible for Silicon Valley's feverish, get-it-done-yesterday work norms.
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Don't change a thing. That's one of the best gimmicks a band could ever come up with.
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Every time a football player goes to ply his trade, he's got to play from the ground up - from the soles of his feet right up to his head. Every inch of him has to play.
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Just try to focus one game at a time, not worry about points or anything like that. Worry about playing the right way and see what comes of it.
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I still think reading something like 'Ulysses' takes a tremendous investment of time, but it repays all of it with so much interest.
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Once in a while, the thumb that fits over the neck of the guitar kinda bothers me a little bit, but not that much yet. I figure in time I won't do much because of my age.
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I've been writing for a long time. I sat down to write my first novel in the middle of March of 1982.
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Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
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The illusion is that most of my work is simply about past events: a point in history and nothing else.
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Tel Aviv is new, built on the sand dunes north of Jaffa in the 1890s, about the same time Miami was founded. The cities bear a resemblance in size, site, climate, and architecture, which ranges from the bland to the fancifully bland.
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I really hated school. I had the feeling I was losing a lot of time.
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The rise of the Internet and the camera phone have started to change what stories are accessible.
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The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard.
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When people recognize your work and want to reward you for what you've done, that's a good feeling.
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When you do a meet and greet, every single girl wants something special from you - an extra little hug or something. And that takes something out of you, almost - like, emotionally, you know.
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The second handers offer substitutes for competence such as love, charm, kindness - easy substitutes - and there is no substitute for creation.
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To the casual observer, the Dropbox demo video looked like a normal product demonstration, but we put in about a dozen Easter eggs that were tailored for the Digg audience. References to Tay Zonday and 'Chocolate Rain' and allusions to 'Office Space' and 'XKCD.' It was a tongue-in-cheek nod to that crowd, and it kicked off a chain reaction.
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To be unrecognizable in movies is the biggest compliment that anybody can give you.
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And it's a disquieting thought that not even the past is done with, even that continues to change, as if in reality there is only one time, for everything, one time for every purpose under heaven. One single second, one single landscape, in which what happens activates and deactivates what has already happened in endless chain reactions, like the processes that take place in the brain, perhaps, where cells suddenly bloom and die away, all according to the way the winds of consciousness are blowing.
