“Assad whistled a few notes of one of his native country's melancholic songs. It sounded as though he was whistling backwards” — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“When he turned round with the cup to his mouth, nostrils titillated by the aroma of a sun that had once shone on a… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“He'd make her work so hard that a job as a cardboard-box presser at the margerine factory would seem like paradise.” — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“It was late in September and a little more than twenty degrees, so what the hell were people smiling for? They ought to be… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“She was a bitch,' Carl suddenly heard somebody say in the background, and that apparently refreshed everyone's memory. Yes, thought Carl with satisfaction. It's… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“Is it possible that a crime was committed?” the female reporter asked in that excessively empathetic way that’s designed to make inferior news coverage… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“Carl Mørck, am I disturbing you? said a voice at the door, which made his blood boil and turn to ice at the same… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“In tiny Denmark the system was so ingenious that if you knew some dirt about somebody, they also knew something just as bad about you. If it wasn't hushed up, the one person's offense quickly infected the other's. A strange, practical principle that meant that no one would say anything about anyone else, not even if they were caught with… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share
“Assad ristet på hodet. «Du prøver ikke å treffe, Carl, du skal treffe. Gi meg pistolen.» Han grep uten videre pistolløpet og dro våpenet… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“For a moment Carl tried to picture everything in his mind, and then it happened. Somewhere inside of him, where cause and effect were not weighted against each other, and where logic and explanations never challenged consciousness, in that place where thoughts could live freely and played out against each other - right there in that spot, things fell into… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share
“Carl: Do I happen to see a twinkle in your eye, or do you always look so fantastic Lis? Lis: Carl dear, the twinkle… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
