I kept hoping that something terrible would happen, that everything would break down, that we'd have to kill an elk once again so we wouldn't starve and whack a hole in the ice to get water. That I'd be needed. And that I'd need you. But no because men have had to make life so much easier by inventing all manner of technical fucking gadgets that there's no life left.

Yes, you have nice, small, sensible, non-committal feelings.  But they always have a flip-side.  A simultaneous presence of opposites.  You’ve created a world of compromise for yourself so you can just sit happily on the fence.

This takes place under the North Star. 

It is cold there. Love is lost, 

lakes are frozen, and mouths are bruised.

How is this possible?

How can a person so close to you can be a greater puzzle to you than to any passer-by, baker, hairdresser or street cleaner.

Can art change reality? 

When did you last comfort someone? 

Do you want a gift? 

Do you like ketchup? 

Do you like driving fast?

It’s all to do with dreams. It’s dreams that propel this world.  Dreams are the secret of our genius, but also of our madness.  The minds of the young are driving them out of their minds, with their dreams.

This is not a romantic drama. You are not the protagonist of a romantic drama. 

This is a completely normal day in a completely normal kingdom.

Looks like my paper’s blank. Well never mind, at least it won’t get mixed up with anyone else’s. Who’s next then. Oh god it’s so embarrassing, public speaking.

It feels cleansing not to talk. 

Natural, amazing. 

It creates space. 

Time.

That’s what unites people, that none of us are perfect. We’re all laughable in one way or another.

I can’t go anywhere. I’m always in the same place. The earth is moving, but I’m standing still. Then he comes and asks where I’ve been, where I’ve been again this time. I don’t know where I’m supposed to go.

Are you really good when that’s all you’re capable of? Or only when you have alternatives and you choose what’s good?

I love you to the moon, and to the sun, and to the other end of the universe, and to all the places we can't see even with satellites, and back. The sky is so big, it can hold all love. But people can’t, always.

Fear has one channel, pain another, madness, depression, they all have their own channel: channels into which all the currents of our emotions flow, running deeper every time.  Pain will remind you of pain.  Depression too.  Joy multiplies every instant of joy.

If a conversation is two men sitting face-to-face and carrying on a monologue, then this is a conversation.