“David drives back to Björnstad. Sits in the car and cries in anger. He is ashamed. He is disgusted. With himself. For an entire hockey life he has trained a boy, loved him like a son, been loved back as… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“So she bowed her head and devoted herself to Beartown’s real traditional sports: shame and silence.” — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“If Peter has learned one thing about human nature during all his years in hockey, it’s that almost everyone regards themselves as a good… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“That’s what parents often do, I think, we persuade ourselves we’re doing everything for the sake of the child. It’s too painful to us… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“Uve je dobro znao da njeni prijatelji nisu shvatali zbog čega se onda svakog jutra budila sa odlukom da provede dan sa njim. Nije… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“Somebody has one of the worst hairstyles Britt-Marie has ever laid eyes on, as if she’s combed her hair with a terrified animal.” — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“Hate can be a deeply stimulating emotion. The world becomes easier to understand and much less terrifying if you divide everything and everyone into… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“Another morning comes. It always does. Time always moves at the same rate, only feelings have different speeds. Every day can mark a whole… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“The girl glances at the surface of the desk, which looks as if toddlers have been trying to eat potatoes off it. With pitchforks.… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“Mnogim ljudima je teško da žive sa nekim ko ceni samoću. To neprijatno žulja one koji nisu i sami takvi.” — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“But his taste buds are as dysfunctional as the volume control on his voice.” — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“Throughout their childhood Maya loved her best friend because she wasn’t like any other girl she had met, but life as a teenager seems… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“For more than half a century they belonged to one another. She detested the same characteristics in him that last day as she had… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
