“Are you dying?"Cato lit his cigarette. "It's not acute, perhaps, but we're all dying, Harry.”

“Schliesslich hatte Harry immer gesagt, man koenne die einzigen Monster, die es gab - naemlich die in seinem eigenen Kopf -, ueberwinden. Aber das wollte trainiert sein. Man musste sich ihnen stellen und so oft es ging mit ihnen kaempfen. Kleine Gefechte, die man gewinnen konnte, bevor man nach Hause ging, seine Wunden verpflasterte und aufs Neue in den Kampf zog.”

“Jeder läuft in den Fußstapfen derer, die es vor ihm gab.”

“[Rakel] It feels a bit like jumping out of a burning house. Falling is better than burning.[Harry] At least until you land.[Rakel] I've come to realize that falling and living have certain things in common. For a start, both are very temporary states of being.”

“Ja. Es ist wirklich möglich Dinge hinter sich zu lassen, Rakel. Es kommt bei diesen Gespenstern darauf an, sie lange und intensiv genug anzuschauen, damit man erkennt, dass es bloß Gespenster sind. Das ist die Kunst. Tote, ohnmächtige Trugbilder.”

“Harry sensed the onset of resignation. No, he bloody didn't! On the FBI course they had examined cases where it had taken more than ten years to catch the killer. As a rule, it had been one tiny random detail, it seemed, that had solved the case. However, what actually cracked it was the fact that they had never given up, they had gone all fifteen rounds and if the opponent was still standing they screamed for a return fight.”

“...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.”