Just Imagine Walking Away From Something You've

Not Even The Brightest Future Can Make Up For The Fact That No Roads Lead Back To What Came Before - To The Innocence Of Childhood Or The First Time We Fell In Love.

You Can't Visit Readers Where You Think They Are. You Have To Invite Them Home To Where You Are And Try To Lure Them Into Your Universe. That's The Art Of Storytelling.

When I Was A Teenager, My Father Went Bust. He Could Have Declared Himself Bankrupt, But He Was An Honourable Man And He Insisted On Paying Back All His Debts. That Almost Ruined The Family. I Was Aware That My Mother And Father Couldn't Control Things Anymore. I Guess I Was Afraid That We Would End Up On The Street.

I Feel More Related To Some American Crime Writers Than I Do To Stieg Larsson.

The Myth About Me As A Footballer Has Grown: I Am Now The Lost Maradona Of Norway.