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Så var han da også ganske hårete på brystet til å være såpass kortvokst.

Hvis det var en ting her i livet man kunne være sikker på, var det at kriminelle eksistenser ikke trapper ned aktiviteten fordi om politiet hadde mye å gjøre.

Et foreldreløse barn lærer seg å overleve. Man lærer seg tidlig å skjule sine følelser, og hvis smerten blir uutholdelig, graver man en hule i hodet sitt og gjemmer seg der.

Ved siden av sengen ligger en håndveske, en sort stringtruse - like omfangsrik som en tanntråd - samt et par Jimmy Choo-sko i størrelse 37.

If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it.
And if you didn't, you will never understand.

Alkohol gir deg ingen nye tanker, den får deg bare til å si det du allerede tenker, men har vett til å holde kjeft om når du er edru.

Damage hardens us all. It will harden you too, when it finds you – and it will find you.

This is the best thing about men's friendships: most any awkwardness can be ignored by mutual agreement and, true connection being unimaginable, you can get on with the easier business of parallel living.

I have an idea that this is what enduring love really means. Your memories of a girl at seventeen become as real and vivid as the middle-aged woman sitting in front of you. It is a happy sort of double vision, this seeing and remembering. To be seen this way is to be known.

It is a childish realization, I admit – no one worth knowing can be quite known, no one worth possessing can be quite possessed – but after all, we were children.

Do you know what bothers me, Andy? About being here, in this place? It's that for a while – for a few minutes, maybe just a few seconds, I don't know how long – but for some amount of time my son was alive here. He was out there lying in some fucking wet leaves, bleeding to death. And I wasn't here with him. I was supposed to be here to help him. That's what a father does. But I didn't know. I was off somewhere, in the car, in my office, talking on the phone, whatever it was I was doing. Do you understand that, Andy? Do you have any idea how that feels? Can you even imagine it? I saw him get born, I saw him take his first steps and … and learn to ride a bike. I took him to his first day of school. But I wasn't here to help him when he died. Can you imagine how that feels?

It is the policeman's dilemma: sometimes you can't prove the case without a confession, but you can't get a confession unless you already have proof.

The absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.

It is the happy lot of defense lawyers to see the good in people. No matter how wicked or incomprehensible the crime, no matter how overwhelming the evidence of guilt, the defense lawyer never forgets his client is a human being like the rest of us. That, of course, is what makes every defendant worth defending.