In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the passing, we have arrived. – Knut Hamsun
You are welcome to your intellectual pastimes and books and art and newspapers welcome, too, to your bars and your whisky that only makes me ill. Here am I in the forest, quite content. – Knut Hamsun
No, what I should really like to do right now, in the full blaze of lights, before this illustrious assembly, is to shower every one of you with gifts, with flowers, with offerings of poetry – to be young once more, to ride on the crest of the wave. – Knut Hamsun
There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil ones coffee and fill ones pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it. – Knut Hamsun