Traviata,
There's no reality without battles and no future without fights.
The skerry was resting in the sea. It was like being in a cradle, or on a deathbed, he thought. All the voices hidden in the cliff were whispering. Even rocks have memories, as do waves and breakers....
Siempre me reafirmaba en la idea de que el ser humano es un ser narrante. Más Homo narrans que Homo sapiens.
Questa è la Svezia, aveva pensato. In apparenza è tutto chiaro e pulito, i nostri aeroporti sono costruiti in modo accogliente e razionale. Non vi sono angoli bui, tutto è visibile, nessuno finge di e...
I’m too old for talks. I gave that up when I turned sixty. I’d done enough talking in my life by then. Nowadays I neither speak nor listen to what anybody else has to say.
I couldn’t feel the unreserved joy I should be experiencing, which worried me. Why did I carry my emotions as if they were a burden?
God allowed no mistakes.
Even so. The papers will be screaming about the fact that the murderer was a cop. There will be new persecution of the force.
Юел често се питаше как всъщност заспива. Представяше си, че в него обикаля малко човече и гаси разни свещи, докато настъпи пълен мрак.
Who has always
Slowly peel away all the extraneous layers. There are tracks and marks left at every crime scene, like shadows of the event itself. That’s what you have to find.
In a rash moment he decided to lie his way to the truth. If he wasn't mistaken, Ellen Magnusson had had very little experience with the police. She would assume that they searched for the truth by bei...
Impossible planning, strange priorities and a continual lack of information.
Call. I spent the next few hours playing poker with myself. It’s the saddest expression of loneliness I know. I never feel more overwhelmed by weariness and unhappiness than when I’m trying to win mon...
Yo creo que más bien los atrae el saberse en las cercanías de la crueldad , con la tranquilidad de que no es uno el mismo afectado
We’re living as if we were in mourning for a lost paradise, he thought. As if we longed for the car thieves and safecrackers of the old days, who doffed their caps and behaved like gentlemen when we c...
We live in an age when the mice are hunting the cats...nobody knows who are the mice and who the cats.
We all have our peculiarities, said Wallander.
Under it all was quagmire.