Character: Smilla Jaspersen. Page 1

Raspberry cake made of almond dough. It tastes of fruit, roasted almonds and whipped cream. In combination with the environment around it is for me a symbol of the middle and upper classes of Western civilization. The connection is the most sophisticated, subtle achievements and intense, unrestrained, excessive consumption.

I understand now, too, but I give him the opportunity to say it. Young children should not interfere. Even if these small children adults.

It is widely believed that children are open, that the truth about their inner world she climbs out. This is not so. No one is more secretive than children, and no one has a greater need to be secretive. It's kind of a reaction to a world that is constantly trying to open them using a can opener to see what they have in there and shouldn't replace that with more appropriate content.

He is very big, like a bear, and if he did, he could be impressive. But he goes bending the head, or apologizing for your growth, do not to hit the lintel of this world.

I'm not perfect. I like the snow and ice than love. It's easier for me to be interested in the math than to love our neighbors.

It may seem that we - the father and daughter have a large stock of vitality, and all in abundance. Upon closer inspection we find just the epitome of a banal tragedy, divided between the two generations.

Anyway, what I'm wearing, causes this person to listen to what I say. Cashmere, fur hat, gloves. Of course he wants and has the right to send me down. But he sees that I look like a respectable lady. And he's not often at the Copenhagen rooftops to meet respectable ladies.

We all live blindly trusting those who make the decisions. Blindly trusting science. Because the world is infinite, and any information is uncertain.

The past is a luxury that we can no longer afford.

Love comes from the fact that there are reserves, it is when you live at the level of instincts, when there are only simple needs for food, sleep and self-preservation.

I never believed that people can be cold. Unnatural, maybe, but not cold. The essence of life-heat. Even hatred-it is warm, but with the opposite sign. I realize now that I was wrong.

To dark should be treated with respect. Night is the time when the universe is seething with evil and danger. And you can call it superstition. You can call it fear of the dark. But to pretend that the night is the same thing that day, just no light, stupid. The night exists in order to come together under the roof of the house. If you by chance are not alone and not forced to do something else.

Love's overrated. 45 per cent of love is out of fear that you rejected, 45 percent of manic hope that this time those fears are not justified, and at a measly 10 percent of fragile feeling of love.

In life every person has the opportunity to achieve certainty.