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

“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.”

“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.”

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

“Bjarne Møller, my former boss, says people like me always choose the line of most resistance. It's in what he calls our 'accursed nature'. That's why we always end up on our own. I don't know. I like being alone. Perhaps I have grown to like my self-image of being a loner, too....I think you have to find something about yourself that you like in order to survive. Some people say being alone is unsociable and selfish. But you're independent and you don't drag others down with you, if that's the way you're heading. Many people are afraid of being alone. But it made me feel strong, free and invulnerable.”

“Well, it is in fact possible to put things behind you, Rakel. The art of dealing with ghosts is to dare to look at them long and hard until you know that is what they are. Ghosts. Lifeless, powerless ghosts.”

“But perhaps that's why we take snaps...to provide false evidence to underpin the false claim that we were happy. Because the thought that we weren't happy at least for some time during our lives is unbearable. Adults order children to smile in the photos, involve them in the lie, so we smile, we feign happiness.”