"We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"Only lampposts to guide her way, and dark shadows of other people to keep her company. She was alone hidden in the darkness, hidden in the smog."
"The flâneur on a passage through the isolated Norwegian landscape."
"The surrealness was like a dream. It was draped around her in twists and shapes, hugging her like an old familiar friend."
"She looked back, even though she knew her power was in front of her. With the promise of it being the last time."