Sweden Is Still A Very Peaceful Country

You Think You Know Everything About A Person, But The Truth Often Comes As A Surprise.

When I Was A Very Young Author, I Knew I Needed To Build Myself A Tower Outside Of Europe. Like When You're A Hunter, And Build Towers To Watch The Animals Move. I Knew I Would Never Understand The World Without That Perspective. I Came To Africa For That Rational Reason, Although I Love Mozambique Now.

One Of The Agonies Of Being An Author Is To Know When To Stop Writing.

Some People Give Theirselves A Certain Number Of White Weeks Once In A Year, When They Do Not Drink A Single Drop Of Alcohol. It Is Really Wise. I Myself Have A Few Weeks Per Year, Let Us Call Them White Or Black, When I Am Not Interested In The World Around. When I Come Back From This Isolation Of The News, I Realize That I Have Missed Nothing Significant. We Live In The Rain Of Disinformation And Rumors, Where The Truth Is A Very Small Number. In Those Weeks Of Dissociation I Seek For Knowledge That Lies Within Me.

I Can Still Remember. I Was Ill, And I Was Seven, And My Father Didn't Want Me To Just Read Children's Books. He Came With Conan Doyle. I Tried, And I Liked It. I Think The First I Read Was 'the Sign Of The Four'; 'study In Scarlet' Was The Next One. Then I Guess I Stayed Home A Few Extra Days From School To Read.