If I believed everything everyone had ever told me about my family I'd be a sight more miserable than I am now

No doves come from ravens’ eggs

I first heard the story of Agnes Magnusdottir when I was an exchange student in the north of Iceland.

I preferred to read than talk with the others.

In Iceland, you can see the contours of the mountains wherever you go, and the swell of the hills, and always beyond that the horizon. And theres this strange thing: youre never sort of hidden; you always feel exposed in that landscape. But it makes it very beautiful as well.

It was only later that I suffocated under the weight of his arguments, and his darker thoughts articulated. It was only later that our tongues produced landslides, that we become caught in the cracks between what we said and what we meant, until we could not find each other, did not trust the words in our own mouths.

To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.