Character: Smilla Jaspersen

Body and me you and me we could be good together. When I called you that night - it was an impulsive decision, I always rely on my intuition, I knew you'd pick up, I felt you, I could say: "Come to us". Would you have come?
"No," I say.

I do something similar. But I'm not trying to remember what it was. With age, every thing starts to trigger memories about any other thing.

He needed company to eat. He eats as if he wished to unite the people of all countries around the pots with meat, it is full of undying faith, that despite all the wars and violence, and language barriers, and climatic differences, and manifestations of Danish military sovereignty in North Greenland, even after the introduction of self-government, we have one thing in common - we have to eat.

To travel, it is necessary to have a house out of them and back into. Otherwise you're a refugee, tramp, qivittog.

In Greenland it is not customary to say "excuse me". In Danish there's a word I never learned.

Due to the fact that rubber boots don't fit me with socks, I slipped. It is impossible to lead a decent life in been slipped over her socks.

It has always been. I'm the one standing there in the doorway in front of me sitting all the others. It could be school, it could be University, it could be any other bunch of people. Not necessarily that they are against me, maybe I'm quite indifferent, but almost always there is a feeling that they do not really want unnecessary anxiety.

Something in him has changed. It's his cigarette. It is not. Maybe he doesn't even smoke in the sea. Maybe he goes to sea to escape from the power of the gambling tables and the cigarettes.

- Hey, how about a quick fuck?
I'm contemplating not mistaken if I am.
- Women's crazy about me.
There were some briskness and liveliness.
I get up. It is necessary to avoid situations where you can surprise.
Great idea, I say. But let's put it aside till your birthday. Of the fiftieth anniversary.

I was disgusted fear. I hate to feel fear. There is only one path to fearlessness. This is the path leading to the mysterious heart of fear.

I was always fascinated how sad shamelessness of the Danes recognize the huge distance that separates their beliefs and their actions.

I will never learn to feel comfortable in restaurants or clubs. Every step I make with a sense that I at any moment can come and say I have no right to be here.

His face illuminated as if for a solidified lava erupts pinch of humor and humanity. Petrified pumice memory about the time when everything was hot and moving.

Moritz goes there because of the food, and because the prices stimulate his sense of self-worth, and because he likes the fact that through the glass Windows in the entire facade of the building clearly visible to people on the street. Bunyan goes with him because she knows that through the same window it is clearly visible to people on the street.