Цитаты из книги Blod på snø

The snow crystals hooked onto each other.

I was feeling light-headed.

George Eliot? “Hurt? He’ll never be hurt—he’s made to hurt other people.” Not that I believe poets. No more than I believe in ghosts, anyway.

Every time the door swung open, my eyes met his, dead, pitch black.

Huddled against the piercing, icy wind, I crossed the sea of cobbles.

Well, they did in the illustrations of Snorri’s Sagas of the Kings that I read so many times as a boy that in the end the library refused to let me take it out any more.

Raw opium was shipped from Afghanistan into the Soviet Union, where it was refined into heroin and then sent north to Archangel and Murmansk. It would have been impossible to get it across to Norway, seeing as the Communists guarded the border with Norway, a NATO country, so carefully—and vice versa. But on Svalbard, where the border was only guarded by polar bears and temperatures of minus forty degrees, there wasn’t a problem.

most of the heroin came from the Golden Triangle via Turkey and Yugoslavia, the so-called Balkan route.

She was okay. You know someone’s okay if they can ignore things they can’t do anything about and move on. Wish I was like that.

She was sitting curled up in the only armchair in my flat, staring at me.She was even more beautiful like that:

As usual I was waiting, hidden by the rubbish bins in the car park behind the supermarket after closing time.

He didn’t look anything special close up.

Detached villas on either side of us, but we were still so alone that we might as well have been on the moon.

It was snowing gently.

I was so shocked at first I thought I’d seen wrong.

A never-ending Christmas holiday.

I read somewhere that at the turn of the century cigars were the most common Christmas present in the Western Hemisphere.

Either way, the dead authors made the air in his office so dry that I always ended up coughing a fine spray of lung cells long after my visits.

That’s how I saw it. Do what you have to, but don’t get too close.

I don’t know what those two things have got to do with each other—nothing probably—but it’s a bit like once you start getting bad cards, they just keep coming.