Jeg elsker tåke. Den skjuler deg for verden og verden for deg.
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955), akt 3.
I really love fog. It hides you from the world and the world from you.
It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more. Its the foghorn I hate. It won't let you alone. It keeps reminding you, and warning you, and calling you back.
Levde: 1888 - 1953