Quotes from Helene Tursten

But she had learned that it was smart not to reveal that all her senses were in full working order; instead, she allowed people to act in accordance with their own preconceptions. This was often a useful source of information, and Maud could form her own opinion of the person and the situation.

The difference between a wise person and a foolish person is that the wise one does not repeat his mistakes,

No," she said again, just because it felt good to say no to this person

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

Women with power and authority tend to intimidate people far more than men with the same qualities, particularly if those women deserve the position they have achieved.

Sometimes a person had to do certain things in order to survive the hard life of a single woman with a heavy burden of responsibility to bear.

Murder is murder, and a killer is a killer! Even if he pisses in a gold chamberpot, he's still a killer.

The standards for graduates are getting worse and worse. They're slackers. They think all they have to do is read a few pages in a textbook to make it! No desire whatsoever to do a little extra," fumed the professor.

door, but never in her wildest dreams had she expected Fru Karlsson to order one of everything they had. At least that's what she seemed to have done. The cakes and pastries were set out on

And you police officers! Can't even tell the difference between girls and boys.

They decided to invest in the new business of Internet shopping. According to Philip, Internet shopping was the future. In a few years, everyone would be doing their shopping on the Internet,

Her eyes were bottomless wells that led to the permafrost of her soul." She

Fall. Rain. Wind. Depressing! And it was only going to get worse. Chilly, overcast weather was forecast for the rest of November. Then again, October had been beautiful. The autumn leaves glowing red, yellow, and orange; glorious sunshine; blue skies; and a wonderful crispness in the air. But unfortunately those days were gone. It was the first week in November; dead leaves swirled around in the wind, rain clouds hung low over Gothenburg, and the contours of the city dissolved in the damp mist.