A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.

In a household tragedy, you are very much aware of being alone. It is something that is possible to grasp, and that is why it hurts so much. Because you are alone. I know a little about this.

Time is important to me now, I tell myself.Not that it should pass quickly or slowly, but only be time, be something I live inside and fill with physical things and activities that I can divide it up by. so that it grows distict to me and does not vanish when I am not looking.

I write about families. That is who we are.

I worked in a bookstore in Oslo, importing the English-language books.

You decide for yourself when it will hurt.

I rely heavily on rhythm when I write. You should tap your foot when you read it, all the way through.