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
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived. – 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
I am sorry.. Can only say time accelerated and skidded…. When my correspondents reproach me for tardiness, I can only say that I give as much attention to a letter as I do to anything I write, and I work at least six and sometimes sixteen hours a day. – William S. Burroughs, letter to Mother and Dad, 1959