Karl Knausgaard

Literature is not primarily a place for truths, it is the space where truths play out. For the answer to the question—that I write because I am going to die—to have the intended effect, for it to strike one as truth, a space must first be created in which it can be said. That is what writing is: creating a space in which something can be said.

I write because I am going to die.

I paint because I have lost trust in the world.

spoken by the author with his sweater tucked into his trousers.

an attempt to re-create faith in the world.

Everyone who has attempted to paint knows that it is a painstaking and complicated process, governed by a special form of thought, visual and unreflecting, almost like the colors and shapes themselves.

nd the chasm separating death’s solemnity from life’s unceremoniousness became apparent. This distance is literary, it is precisely that space literature explores,

There must have been some incongruity between his experience of reality and the dominant way of depicting it, an incongruity so great that he couldn’t simply accept the existing painterly idiom if he wanted to be true to himself,

All the dots that were filling the air would be ladybugs too

sitting on her haunches to stare at them as they crawled around on the parquet. “But

I found the remote on the sofa and switched the TV on, li