Silence Of The Grave Quotes
"He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it."
"She opened the microwave, took out the swollen bag of popcorn, put another in its place and thought to herself that she would keep it simple next year."
"Desperately shy, she thought to herself."
The thing she's gnawing," he said. "I think it's a human bone.
"This was the first punch, and in the years that followed she would wonder if her life could have been different had she walked out on him there and then."
"Elínborg was of an indeterminate age, forty-something, well built without being fat, and she loved food."
"Why don't I ever get any peace?" he said before Sigurdur Óli could say a word.
"He's a metre down, one and a half at the most. Bundled away there in a hurry."
"The banging hammers had fallen silent. Everyone who had been working on their half-built houses had left."
"What was I right about?" Erlendur said, not fully awake.
"There was a building on that spot. By the bushes."
What sort of building was it?" Erlendur asked, tired. "A house, a stable, kennel, chalet?
"A house. A kind of chalet or that sort of thing."
"Will she survive, or . . . ?" Sigurdur Óli asked.
"I don't know," Elínborg said. "I don't think anyone knows. The poor girl," she said, heaving a deep sigh.
She's a junkie," Sigurdur Óli said seriously. "I can't feel sorry for people like that. I don't understand them and never will.
"No one's asking you to feel sorry for them," Elínborg said.
"What's wrong with showing those people a bit of understanding?"
I suppose you could say that," the man answered, sitting down in an armchair. "I couldn't be bothered to live in Reykjavik any more.
"What do you want to know about that house anyway?"
"We found a human skeleton on the hill," Sigurdur Óli said.
"A skeleton? No. From the people in that house?"
"So you want to stand up, then?" He pulled her by the hair and slammed her face-first into the wall.
"Try standing up now, you filthy cunt!" he screeched.
"It makes me furious thinking about it," Grímur said.
I don't understand it myself," he said. "And I can't control it.
"It makes me furious to think I couldn't have been much older than him."
That woman," Grímur said. "I was sent there. The same age as Tómas. Spent years there.
"It was incomprehensible, really. You were trained, you know, trained to face anything."
"It's like hunting ghosts. We'll never meet any of them and talk to them."
"Suddenly you're middle-aged. I'm a doctor. Not many women studied medicine when I enrolled."
"We're all waiting for the end of the world."
"They take a special delight in telling nasty stories about other people."
"She didn't want that. She wanted to break off their engagement and told him so straight out."
"It's repulsive to tell you that. Making up a story just to poison our relationship."
"She knew you'd say that. She warned me."
"Shut your gob. I don't believe a word you say."
"I know you're searching for him and I know that if there's anyone who can find him, it's you."
"Living with hatred every single day, it never stops no matter what you do."
"Nothing to do with us. It was her business."
"He disappeared and I think he's still lost and has been for a long time."
Our father wanted her to have an abortion," she said. "Our mother wanted to take her to the countryside, let her give the baby away and come back as if nothing had happened, then marry Benjamín.
"She was just a child herself. She was no more than a child."
Yes, because she kept quiet," Elsa said. "Refused to name the father. He didn't know about the rape. I think that's quite certain.
"It could well have been already born when it died. Or maybe stillborn."
"I don't know whether the baby was stillborn or whether Mum squeezed it so hard that it suffocated in her arms. It was quite premature."
"Not in my eyes, Simon. You can never be a murderer in my eyes. Any more than I am."
"He lies in bed all day and can't do anything."
Mum waited for him until her dying day," she said. "He never came back.
"Mum told me everything was all right," Simon said, still looking out of the window.
"There'll be berries on the bushes in the autumn and everything will be okay then. You hear that, Simon. Everything will be okay then."