“Who was the mad bastard who taught you to drive?’ he asked, holding on tight as they swerved in and out between cars on the three-lane motorway leading to Ekeberg tunnel. ‘Self-taught,’ Beate said.” — Jo Nesbø Copy Share Image
“It’s strange, but when your father has gone you suddenly discover that the choices you have made were as much for him as for… — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“The great thing about facts is that you don't have to ponder whether they're desirable or not.” — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“He who is destined for the gallows will not drown, as we say in Norwegian,” Harry said. “What?” “I agree.” — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“He sensed her aroma and greedily breathed in the fragrance. He must not let himself be duped. Those cunning bastards at Karl Lagerfeld and… — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“That morality—which some people imagine is God-given and eternal—is as malleable and learned as our ideas of beauty, our enemies, our fashion trends.” — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“I just know that when I’m walking on the wafer-thin ice of happiness, I’m terrified, so terrified that I wish it was over, that… — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“longevity bestowed respect, even upon a whorehouse madam if she kept going for long enough.” — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“Man's ability to think rationally when self-interest was at stake was inversely proportional to intelligence. - Aune” — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“A sudden, uncontrollable fury rose in him, and he cast around for something to smash. He snatched the whiskey bottle from the table and… — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“Norwegians were not exactly what you might call a cultured people - Nikolai Loeb” — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“I shut my eyes and concentrated on the sun, and on feeling it warm my skin. On pleasure. Hedon. The Greek god. Or idol,… — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“My honesty now is merely a long-term investment in my own plausibility. Because there may come a day when I really need to lie,… — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
“The social space between people who don’t know each other is from one to three and a half metres. That’s the distance you would… — Jo Nesbø Copy Share
