Jo Nesbø

Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.

And what’s your unhappiness due to, Harry?The words came out before he had time to think. “Loving someone who loves me.

They had studied law, information technology and art history as part of their beauty treatment, they had let Norwegian taxpayers finance years at university just so that they could end up as overqualified, stay-at-home playthings and sit here exchanging confidences about how to keep their sugar daddies suitably happy, suitably jealous and suitably on their toes.

You are Bellman, aren’t you? The genius who sent the sauna ape after me?” Harry nodded toward the Finn.

With regard to power, women don’t have the vanity men have. They don’t need to make power visible, they only want the power to give them the other things they want. Security. Food. Enjoyment. Revenge. Peace. They are rational, power-seeking planners, who think beyond the battle, beyond the victory celebrations. And because they have an inborn capacity to see weakness in their victims, they know instinctively when and how to strike. And when to stop. You can’t learn that. . .

Perhaps that was a thing about attractive women: A rejection demanded their respect, made them trust you more.

A rat is neither good nor evil. It just does what a rat is suppose to do. From Phantom,No one can leave someone they have good sex with. They can try, but they always go back. We’re simple souls like that, aren’t we?,Sick is a relative concept. We’re all sick. The question is, what degree of functionality do we have with respect to the rules society sets for desirable behavior? No actions are in themselves symptoms of sickness. You have to look at the context within which these actions are performed.

. . . he went into the sitting room, put on a Duke Ellington record he had bought after seeing Gene Hackman sitting on the overnight bus in The Conversation to the sound of some fragile piano notes that were the loneliest Harry had ever heard.

Wilhelm’s smile reminded Harry of his father’s sad, resigned smile, the smile of a man looking backwards because that’s where the things that made him smile were.

Did you know that darkness has a taste, Grandma?,no one is as they seem, and most of life, apart from honest betrayal, is lies and deceit. And the day we discover we are no different is the day we no longer want to live.

Smoking’s banned in my house. Cigarettes harm your body,” he said, knocking back half of the bottle of beer.

Just imagine walking away from something you’ve started. Something you really believed would be good. I don’t think i could ever do that.

Can you feel it? The vibration? It’s the energy from everyone around us. It’s in the air. If you’re dying and you think no one can save you, just go out and stretch your arms into the air and absorb some of the energy. You can have eternal life. It’s true!- Runa Molnes,What do we mean by ‘crazy’? What do we mean by ‘mad’? At what point is a person just different and at what point can we call it a disease and say that they are not responsible for their actions? Or are we all slaves to the chemical processes that go on in our brains?,Sometimes you don’t know what you’re looking for until you find it,” Harry answered. “It’s a methodology.

Well, it is in fact possible to put things behind you, Rakel. The art of dealing with ghosts is to dare to look at them long and hard until you know that is what they are. Ghosts. Lifeless, powerless ghosts.

. We have this attitude that people become drug addicts against their will. That they couldn’t possibly want this kind of life. But maybe that’s not true. Maybe they don’t want to live like other people — it just wouldn’t suit them.

There was a gay man who lived nearby when I was growing up,’ Harry recounted. ‘He must have been forty or so, lived alone, and everyone in the neighbourhood knew he was gay. In the winter we threw snowballs at him, shouted “buttfucker” then ran like mad, convinced he would give us one up the backside if he caught us. But he never came after us, just pulled his hat further down over his ears and walked home. One day, suddenly, he moved. He never did anything to me, and I’ve always wondered why I hated him so much. ’‘People are afraid of what they don’t understand. And hate what they’re afraid of.

What is worse? Taking the life of a person who wants to live or taking death from a person who wants to die.

in order to isolate what was possible, you had to eliminate everything that was impossible.