What is worse? Taking the life of a person who wants to live or taking death from a person who wants to die.

Love is a greater mystery than death.

For many years, it seemed as if nothing changed in Norway. You could leave the country for three months, travel the world, through coups d'etat, assassinations, famines, massacres and tsunamis, and come home to find that the only new thing in the newspapers was the crossword puzzle.

I wasn't that into crime novels at all, but a friend introduced me to the work of Jim Thompson - I loved all his books.

My father grew up in Brooklyn, N.Y., with my grandparents. In Norwegian my name is pronounced 'Yoo' but my father used to call me 'Joe.'

As I say, we Norwegians love our woolens, and you can buy some beautiful knitwear in Oslo. They might cost you a bit - but they will last.

What we humans think we know is nothing compared to what we need to believe to numb the fear and pain.