[...] i det daglige betød det ikke så meget for mig, om stedet var højre- eller venstreorienteret eller hyklerisk på den gode eller den dårlige måde.

- Murakami: Norwegian Wood (om kollegium i Tokyo)

When there were cicadas earlier in the summer it was good. Their singing was like blood rushing in her ears. It was one of those outside inside things.

- Edward St. Aubyn: Never Mind

Like many flatterers, he was not aware that he irritated the people he flattered.

- Edward St Aubyn: Never Mind

I coughed, saw the doctor,
Thought everything was set
Turns out the Lord does not want me,
And the devil is not ready - yet.

jeg fyrer af sted i den ligeste linie, men livet er ikke en retning
selvom mange gerne vil anskue det geometrisk
i den store forsimplings navn

Fra Fredspiben, et digt af Theis Ørntoft.
Mere om Theis Ørntoft i interviewet Theis Ørntoft: ’Verden er skizofren’ fra Information 2009.

Tanker klare, men korte

Aldrig nok til en bog

Måske blot haiku

She was like a landscape you see from the train, and you want to stop just there.

– The Living Room, Graham Greene