Leading Norwegian playwright and winner of the 2023 Nobel Prize in Literature Jon Fosse takes us deep into one fateful night where a young couple tries to reconnect.

People died for a bit of cabbage, I escalated.

Life is full of unexplainable things. But, moreover, it is full of me. To be better heard, I repeat, ladies: it is full of me. From this you will deduce that I too am one of those unexplainable things,…

My God, that's some stone. I've never held a diamond this big in my hands.

This is a time of sex strikes, and women are in such a short supply.

25 years of war, aren't you sick and tired of it?

Cropless the fields, childless the wives, day after day an emptiness—no rain.

I feel honored by your invitation to present the academy with a report on my former life as an ape.

Thirteen years that had gone by so quickly, with their ups and downs. Lots of downs . . . Hard luck, wrong choices, missed opportunities.

Many of you probably debated whether I should exist at all...

Ellen Stewart founded the LaMaMa Experimental Theater Company in 1961, and her groundbreaking vision helped establish the careers of Sam Shepard, Philip Glass, Harvey Fierstein, Robert Wilson, Mabou Mines,…

The selection I came-up with is not arbitrary, however. It doesn't pretend to be the Best of the Best or anything like that.

Is this some sort of joke? Just because my name sounds Spanish doesn't mean that I am from Argentina.

Here, in this hotel room with yellowish, scratched walls, Clara found an incomplete solitude.

Vicente Rangel González pulled out the twenty-two-caliber pistol he'd paid for in ten installments, undid his belt and put on the holster.

A deafening noise erupts at the metal detector.

There are stories that seem impossible to tell.

They promised to purge the media during their campaign. And they're going to start with us, he chewed on his cigarette in despair.

I believe in God, but I would never kill in his name, said Argudíin, ignoring Vladimiro's provocation.

To turn the stone over in the palm of my hand, scrutinize it more closely, a real stone, a diamond in the rough?

It was still morning, and we felt ourselves heading into the sea as we sped along this last, ever-narrowing strip of Sicily.

Chapter FiveWe were working on “recording” the following scenes from my novel: the Sunday lunch in the garden at Manuel’s house, where the two families part amicably, mothers and aunts…

They warned her that one more offense against good behavior and the promised trip to the promised land (the United States) would be cancelled . . .

What would you say, Boss, he asked, if I offered you a job that would keep the heat off your back?

What fate does the future hold for me? Jason asked, intrigued.

The following afternoon, I assist in the nerve-wracking removal of the bandages.

What would I do, Beatriz, if something happens to you? How would your father feel if something happens to you? Don't you think about that?

Why is it dangerous to say madre in Mexico? I later ask Odette, a young university student.

The cat took off. Right before it started. I was running after it when I lost my balance - thought I was getting anemic or something.

This poem by Iman Mersal juxtaposes a child's hopefulness with an adult's nostalgia.