Detective Inspector Huss

It’s annoying to have people who mentally retire ten years too soon but still show up at work.

In the world of movies and videos, after murderous attacks, the heroes just shake it off, get up, and keep fighting. In reality the victims never get up again. They die.

The beautiful people and their glamorous life. It’s so enticing and enviable when you see it from a distance. But if you start to scratch the surface, the gold soon turns to dust.

It’s not Jenny’s fault; it’s the fault of our forgetfulness. We forget what we want to forget, and the consequence is that we lose our history, and then we can’t learn from it. It’s an eternal cycle and everything is repeated.

She had seen primal instincts reverberating through the parents. Revenge! Revenge! But was there any justice in a case like this? Over the years she had often asked herself that question, but never found a satisfactory answer. Maybe there wasn’t any.

Old men shouldn’t run across the street after the light turns red and think they can make it!

Screw the ginseng; a little flirting on the phone works wonders with ladies approaching forty.

Again the problem of attitudes toward middle-aged, competent women. Why were they so intimidating?

Human, her? She’s got the emotional life of a backhoe!