A Man Called Ove: A Novel

Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it’s often one of the great motivations for living.

People didn’t know how to do that anymore, brew some proper coffee. In the same way as nowadays nobody could write with a pen. Because now it was all computers and espresso machines. And where was the world going if people couldn’t even write or brew a pot of coffee?

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

Ove had never been asked how he lived before he met her. But if anyone had asked him, he would have answered that he didn’t

But if anyone had asked, he would have told them that he never lived before he met her. And not after either

“all roads lead to something you were always predestined to do.”

This was a world where one became outdated before one’s time was up. An entire country standing up and applauding the fact that no one was capable of doing anything properly anymore. The unreserved celebration of mediocrity

A job well done is a reward in its own right

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

You miss the strangest things when you lose someone. Little things. Smiles.