Fredrik Backman

He liked the routine, liked always knowing what to expect.

“Men are what they are because of what they do. Not what they say,”

She often said that “all roads lead to something you were always predestined to do.” And for her, perhaps, it was something.
But for Ove it was someone.

And that laughter of hers, which, for the rest of his life, would make him feel as if someone was running around barefoot on the inside of his breast.

They say the brain functions quicker while it’s falling.

Nowadays people changed their stuff so often that any expertise in how to make things last was becoming superfluous.

Houses were fair, they gave you what you deserved. Which, unfortunately, was more than one could say about people.

“You only need one ray of light to chase all the shadows away,”

Because a time comes in every man’s life when he decides what sort of man he’s going to be: the kind who lets other people walk all over him, or not.

He became aware of an ache in his breast; it took a long, long time before he understood what it was.
Hate.