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Claudia Moser
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Sigrid Undset
A little surprise again, Sigrid Undset, Nobel prize winner in 1928 received for her history novels about Norway's 13th and 14th century.
“All my
days I have longed equally to travel the right road and to take my own errant
path.”
― Kristin Lavransdatter
“Her heart
felt as if it were breaking in her breast, bleeding and bleeding, young and
fierce. From grief over the warm and ardent love which she had lost and still
secretly mourned; from anguished joy over the pale, luminous love which drew
her to the farthest boundaries of life on this earth. Through the great darkness
that would come, she saw the gleam of another, gentler sun, and she sensed the
fragrance of the herbs in the garden at world's end.”
― The Wife
“Feelings
of longing seemed to burst from her heart; they ran in all directions, like
streams of blood, seeking out paths to all the places in the wide landscape
where she had lived, to all her sons roaming through the world, to all her dead
lying under the earth.”
― Kristin Lavransdatter
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Motto
"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro
