I could flee to the heath. Show them that they cannot keep me locked up, that I am a thief of time and will steal the hours denied to me!

How can I say what it was like to breathe again? I felt newborn. I staggered in the light of the world and took deep gulps of fresh sea air. It was late in the...

Endless days of dark indoors and hateful glances are enough to set a rime on anyone’s bones.

I prefer a story to a prayer.

Poverty scrapes these homes down until they all look the same, and they all have in common the absence of things that ought to be there. I might as well have been at one place...

Sometimes, people never stood a chance in the beginning. Or they might have made a mistake. When people start saying things like she must be a bad mother because of that mistake.” …. “It’s not...

Together they listed the people they had known who had died on the mountains. A bleak conversation to have, thought Margrét, but there was some comfort in talking about death aloud, as though in naming...

Agnes: “I have a question for you, speaking of truth. You say God speaks the truth.” Tóti: “Yes.” Agnes: “And God said: ‘Thou shalt not kill.’Tóti: “Yes. Tóti said carefully.” Agnes: “Then Blondal and the...

Blíndur er bóklaus ma∂ur. Blind is a man without a book.