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

But that's life. That's what you learn from; when things happen. Especially at your age. You just have to take it in and remember to think afterwards and not forget and never grow bitter.

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

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

If I just concentrate I can walk into memory's store and find the right shelf with the right film and disappear into it.

I write about families. That is who we are.

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.