I first heard the story of Agnes Magnusdottir when I was an exchange student in the north of Iceland.
The treachery of a friend is worse than that of a foe.
It’s not fair. People claim to know you through the things you’ve done, and not by sitting down and listening to you speak for yourself.
I preferred to read than talk with the others.
To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.
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.