Top 16 Arnaldur Indridason Quotes
#1. What we preach in church. We believe in the resurrection on the Day of Judgement and in eternal life. The reunion of loved ones is the essence of the Easter message.
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#2. We'll see what comes out of the autopsy. Obviously there's no problem getting hold of a knife at this hotel, if it was someone from here who attacked him.
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#3. It always seems to be the bloody perverts who seem happiest of all. Smile at the world as if there's never anything gnawing away at their bloody consciences.
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#5. Women," Erlendur said as he stood up. "They're difficult to quality control.
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#6. He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.
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#7. He impressed people. Unconsciously. Some people are like that. I'm not. There's something in those people that breaks down all the barriers, because they act completely the way they are, have nothing to hide, never shelter behind anything, are just themselves, straightforward.
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#8. They say that orgasm is a kind of moment of death,' he added, looking down at the body.
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#10. Erlender thought about Marion Briem and their shared story, which was now at an end. He felt a sense of loss and regret ... He thought about their relationship, the experiences they had shared,the story that was part of him, that he could not and would not have done without. It was him.
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#11. A crow starves sitting," she said eventually. "But finds flying," Erlendur completed the proverb.
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#12. All I know is that loneliness is a slow and painful death.' Marion paused.
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#13. [he] was a quiet, self-effacing boy - like a shy guest at the party of his own life.
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#14. He looked at the dirty hands and elongated face and it occurred to him that this was probably the closest he would ever come to meeting a ghost.
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#15. Life was a random mass of unforeseeable coincidences that governed men's fates like a storm that strikes without warning, causing injury and death.
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