#norwegian

she started asking me all kinds of personal questions – how many girls had I slept with? Where I was from? Which university did I go to? What kind of music did I like? Had I ever read any novels by Osamu Dazai? Where would I like to go if I could travel abroad? Did I think her nipples were too big? I made up some answers and went to sleep, but next morning she said she wanted to have breakfast with me, and she kept up the stream of questions over the tasteless eggs and toast and coffee. What kind of work did my father do? Did I get good marks at school? What month was I born? Had I ever eaten frogs? She was giving me a headache, so as soon as we had finished eating I said I had to go to work. . . ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#music

A Shakespeare could have arisen only on English soil. In the same way, your great dramatists and poets express the nature and essence of the Norwegian people, but they also express that which is universally valid for all mankind. ↗

— Gustav Stresemann

#arisen #could #dramatists #english #essence

Ibsen was Norwegian by birth, but universal in spirit. ↗

— Liv Ullmann

#ibsen #norwegian #spirit #universal

We always had lutefisk for Christmas dinner, after which Dad read from the Norwegian Bible. ↗

— Peter Agre

#always #bible #christmas #dad #dinner

Norwegian kids, they grow up well educated in film. So they have a lot of good directors there. ↗

— Stellan Skarsgard

#educated #film #good #grow #grow up

I'm Norwegian. ↗

— Michelle Williams

#norwegian

Well, the biggest Norwegian newspaper regarded this as an arrest, since they hadn't told us that they were coming and they brought me in. So the biggest Norwegian newspaper looked upon that as an arrest. ↗

— Jon Johansen

#biggest #brought #coming #hadn #looked

Here," he said, "get yourself some healthy food. You look awful." I said he had done more than enough for me and that I couldn't accept money on top of everything else, but he refused to take it back. "It's not money," he said, "it's my feelings. Don't think about it too much, just take it." All I could do was thank him and accept the money. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#norwegian-wood #food

«Onkel meg her og onkel meg der,» freste Skarphedin. «Stapp buken full av kjørvel og finraspet einer sammen med en god klatt Dijon-sennep, pakk den i folie og legg den i glørne. Trenger jeg fortelle deg dette, gutt! Jeg er sulten som en ulv!» ↗

— Gert Nygårdshaug

#food

April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass....but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind. At those times I would write to Naoko. In my letters to her, I would describe only things that were touching or pleasant or beautiful: the fragrance of grasses, the caress of a spring breeze, the light of the moon, a movie I'd seen, a song I liked, a book that had moved me. I myself would be comforted by letters like this when I would reread what I had written. And I would feel that the world I lived in was a wonderful one. I wrote any number of letters like this, but from Naoko or Reiko I heart nothing. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#norwegian-wood #beauty