I'm not a good crime writer. I'm not good with plots... so I have to do something else. — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
“Why did criminals have so many rights? Why were they entitled to respect and understanding? Had they not acted so unlawfully that these rights… — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
“It's hard, to live in the present. Right this minute. We spend most of our time in the past. Or in the future…about half… — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
I use the setting of a small rural Norwegian community - the kind of place that I know so intimately. I could never write… — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
If we don't believe in the Devil, we won't be able to recognize him when he suddenly shows up. — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
Successful people are not interesting. I feel for the losers. That's where my heart lies. — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
We're not really afraid to die. We're only afraid of being forgotten. We know that we'll be forgotten, and the idea is unbearable, don't… — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
“Now while it's hanging in the gallery I pine for it. But once it's on my own wall, perhaps it will be different --… — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
“While I am absorbed by fiction, I pull the strings like a puppeteer; I make things happen. It's a passion and a lifelong obsession.” — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
It is hard work to give life to new characters every single day. It is not as if I am God. I am just… — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
“achieved a result, then just hours later this retreat, which didn't worry him, he said, the confession would weigh heavily in court, it needed… — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
I'm not a good crime writer. I'm not good with plots... so I have to do something else. — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
“Money isn't everything," Eva said knowingly. "Perhaps you'll die before you can enjoy it." "Perhaps you'll die before you've even lived," Maja countered.” — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
I believe I could commit a crime. We all can. It depends on which situations we find ourselves in. In despair, I would steal… — Karin Fossum Copy Share Image
