The eye of God ends up inside, so that, in the end, you take care of judgment and punishment yourself. Karl Ove Knausgaard careendeye Change image and share on social
Life develops, changes, is in motion. The forms of literature are not. Karl Ove Knausgaard developformlife Change image and share on social
Form is, in a way, death. A novelist's obligation is to break free from the form, even though he knows that this will also be seen as artificial and distanced from life. Karl Ove Knausgaard artificialbreakdeath Change image and share on social
I have this habit to bow my head, as to look shorter, maybe as a result of an unconscious demand of not taking up so much space. Karl Ove Knausgaard bowdemandhabit Change image and share on social
When it comes to memories of that iconic type, memories that are burned into you, I have maybe ten or so from my childhood. I'm a bad rememberer of situations. I forget almost everything as soon as it happens. Karl Ove Knausgaard badburnchildhood share on social
My intention throughout has been to write, to create literature, and to be able to look people in the eye after I'd done it - the people I'd written about. Karl Ove Knausgaard createeyeintention Change image and share on social
I'm giving away my family's story. Who owns the family's story? I don't. But you could turn it around and ask, 'Who is to deny me to write my family's story?' I have hurt people, but I don't think in a dangerous way. But you can't tell. Karl Ove Knausgaard dangerousdenyfamily share on social
I guess I have a talent for humiliation, a place within me that experience can't reach, which is terrible in real life but something that comes in handy in writing. It seems as though humiliation has become a career for me. Karl Ove Knausgaard careerexperienceguess share on social