Department Q Quotes

He appeared before me and departed. We were not able to speak to or touch each other. But in that short interval, he transformed many things inside me. He literally stirred my mind and body the way a spoon stirs a cup of cocoa, down to the depths of my internal organs and my womb.

It was late in September and a little more than twenty degrees, so what the hell were people smiling for? They ought to be raising their faces toward the ozone layer in horror.

But promises based on ignorance always prove disappointing.

Train journeys are about possibilities. They denote a change in state. When you arrive, you are no longer the same person who departed.

Carl sent a message from his brain to his hands that it was still illegal to strangle people.

It came from down where laughter is a defense and not an outstretched hand.

He appeared before me and departed. We were not able to speak to or touch each other. But in that short interval, he transformed many things inside me. He literally stirred my mind and body the way a spoon stirs a cup of cocoa, down to the depths of my internal organs and my womb.

Who would kill the one person who made life worth living?

Alles in allem ein richtiger Scheißtag.

It would be hard to find a more evil villain than Carl Mørck in a spaghetti Western.

A disguise often had the same effect on people as alcohol, as they both strengthened courage as well as the characteristics that didn't normally see the light of day.

Carl closed his eyes and tried to recall a couple of significant moments in his life. After a few seconds of nothingness, he opened them again.

This was one of the problems with math department graduates. When it came to areas they weren’t interested in, their memory was surprisingly short-lived.

Some inner images made you want to see beyond this world.

I drive a taxi and a car and a truck and a T-55 tank and also a T-62 and armored cars and the motorcycles with and without sidecars.

Reality and fantasy have a tendency to blend together.

Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today, because suddenly there are no tomorrows.

The LORD dealt with me  q according to my righteousness; according to  r the cleanness of my hands he rewarded me. 21 For I have  s kept the ways of the LORD, and have not wickedly departed from my God.

She was a bitch,' Carl suddenly heard somebody say in the background, and that apparently refreshed everyone's memory. Yes, thought Carl with satisfaction. It's the good stable arseholes like us who are remembered best.

This was what Ditlev loved: ceaseless gunfire, ceaseless killing, flapping specks in the sky terminated in an orgy of color. The slow drizzle of birds' bodies falling from above. The eagerness of the men to reload their weapons.

Rational emotions such as fear and anxiety occur primarily in those who love life, who believe in the future and the people they hold dear, and don’t want to lose any of these things. But when hatred takes over, love is forced aside, and with it, fear.

(From the Q&A with the author at the end of the book.) Have any readers ever asked questions that shocked you? I have gotten one question repeatedly from young men. These are guys who liked the book, but they are honestly confused. They ask me why Melinda was so upset about being raped. The first dozen times I heard this, I was horrified. But I heard it over and over again. I realized that many young men are not being taught the impact that sexual assault has on a woman. They are inundated by sexual imagery in the media, and often come to the (incorrect) conclusion that having sex is not a big deal. This, no doubt, is why the number of sexual assaults is so high. I am also shocked by adults who feel that rape is an inappropriate topic to discuss with teenagers. According to the U.S. Department of Justice, 44 percent of rape victims are under the age of 18 and 46 percent of those victims are between the ages of 12-15. It makes adults uncomfortable to acknowledge this, but our inability to speak clearly and openly about sexual issues endangers our children. It is immoral not to discuss this with them.

One of the most effective remedies against urban anarchy over the past two decades is under attack. Proactive policing—also called Broken Windows policing—calls for the enforcement of low-level misdemeanor laws regulating public order. Manhattan Institute fellow George Kelling and Harvard professor James Q. Wilson first articulated the Broken Windows theory in 1982 as a means of quelling public fear of crime and restoring order to fraying communities. William Bratton embraced the thinking in his first tour as commissioner of the New York Police Department in the 1990s, with great benefit to public safety.

Carl: Do I happen to see a twinkle in your eye, or do you always look so fantastic Lis? Lis: Carl dear, the twinkle in my eye is reserved for my husband and children, When are you going to accept that? Carl: I'll accept it the day the light vanishes and eternal darkness swallows me up along with the rest of the earth.

Carl responding to something Camilla did, "The next time you touch my equipment, I'm going to puncture your silicon boobs and then claim it happened because you resisted arrest after threatening to slug me with one of your brother's trophies. When I slap the cuffs on you, and you're waiting for the doctor as you stare at the blank white wall of a prison cell in Hillerod, you'll dream about taking back that pat you just gave me. Shall we proceed, or do do have anything to add regarding my nobler parts?

And if you didn't like the situation you were stuck in, there was always the option of running away from yourself: running away from opinions, from your marriage, from your country, from old values, from trends that had otherwise meant so much yesterday. The problem was just that out there, among all the new, you found nothing of what you were looking for deep down inside, because tomorrow it would all be meaningless again. It had become an eternal and fruitless hunt for your own shadow, and that was pitiful.

Are you actually aware why there are camels in the desert and no giraffes?' asked Assad. ... 'The answer is simple. If there were giraffes in the desert they'd die of sorrow.' 'Aha! And why's that?' 'Because they're so tall, they'd know that there was just endless sand as far as the eye could see. Fortunately for the camel, it doesn't know this, so it trudges on assuming that an oasis is just around the corner.' Carl nodded. 'I understand. You feel like a giraffe in the desert, right?' 'Yes, a bit. Just right now.

The ever-reliable Bill Thompson filled the gap with a new character, Wallace Wimple. Wallace gave new meaning to the word “wimp,” for this was the nickname pinned on him by Fibber McGee. Wimple was terrified of his “big old wife,” the ferocious, often-discussed but never-present “Sweetie Face.” Also in 1941 came Gale Gordon as Mayor LaTrivia, who would arrive at the McGee house, start an argument, and become so tongue-tied that he’d blow his top. A year later, all these characters disappeared: Gordon went into the Coast Guard, and when Thompson joined the Navy, four characters went with him. With LaTrivia, Boomer, Depopoulous, Wimple, the Old Timer, and Gildersleeve all on the “recently departed” list, Fibber found a new devil’s advocate in the town doctor. Arthur Q. Bryan, who had played the voice of Elmer Fudd in the Warner Brothers cartoons, became Doc Gamble, continuing the verbal brickbats begun by Gildersleeve. Their squabbles could begin over a disputed doctor bill—McGee always disputed doctor bills—or erupt out of nowhere about anything at all.

MATTHEW 28  m Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and  n the other Mary went to see the tomb. 2And behold, there was a great earthquake, for  o an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 p His appearance was like lightning, and  q his clothing white as snow. 4And for fear of him the guards trembled and  r became like dead men. 5But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. 6He is not here, for he has risen,  s as he said. Come, see the place where he [1] lay. 7Then go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead, and behold,  t he is going before you to Galilee; there you will see him. See, I have told you.” 8So they departed quickly from the tomb  u with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples. 9And behold, Jesus  v met them and said, “Greetings!” And they came up and  w took hold of his feet and

The Resurrection MATTHEW 28  m Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and  n the other Mary went to see the tomb. 2And behold, there was a great earthquake, for  o an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 p His appearance was like lightning, and  q his clothing white as snow. 4And for fear of him the guards trembled and  r became like dead men. 5But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. 6He is not here, for he has risen,  s as he said. Come, see the place where he [1] lay. 7Then go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead, and behold,  t he is going before you to Galilee; there you will see him. See, I have told you.” 8So they departed quickly from the tomb  u with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples. 9And behold, Jesus  v met them and said, “Greetings!” And they came up and  w took hold of his feet and  x worshiped him. 10Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid;  y go and tell  z my brothers to go to Galilee, and there they will see me.

The enemy won some points at the very beginning. On both of the two days preceding his remarks about Worth, Hitchcock notes that American deserters had been shot while crossing the Rio Grande. Probably they were just bored with army rations but there was some thought that they might be responding to a proclamation of General Ampudia’s which spies had been able to circulate in camp. Noting the number of Irish, French, and Polish immigrants in the American force, Ampudia had summoned them to assert a common Catholicism, come across the river, cease “to defend a robbery and usurpation which, be assured, the civilized nations of Europe look upon with the utmost indignation,” and settle down on a generous land bounty. Some of them did so, and the St. Patrick Battalion of American deserters was eventually formed, fought splendidly throughout the war, and was decimated in the campaign for Mexico City — after which its survivors were executed in daily batches.… This earliest shooting of deserters as they swam the Rio Grande, an unwelcome reminder that war has ugly aspects, at once produced an agitation. As soon as word of it reached Washington, the National Intelligencer led the Whig press into a sustained howl about tyranny. In the House J. Q. Adams rose to resolve the court-martial of every officer or soldier who should order the killing of a soldier without trial and an inquiry into the reasons for desertion. He was voted down but thereafter there were deserters in every Whig speech on the conduct of the war, and Calm Observer wrote to all party papers that such brutality would make discipline impossible. But a struggling magazine which had been founded the previous September in the interest of sports got on a sound financial footing at last. The National Police Gazette began to publish lists of deserters from the army, and the War Department bought up big editions to distribute among the troops. Taylor sat in his field works writing prose. Ampudia’s patrols reconnoitered the camp and occasionally perpetrated an annoyance. Taylor badly needed the Texas Rangers, a mobile force formed for frontier service in the Texas War of Independence and celebrated ever since. It was not yet available to him, however, and he was content to send out a few scouts now and then. So Colonel Truman Cross, the assistant quartermaster general, did not return from one of his daily rides. He was still absent twelve days later, and Lieutenant Porter, who went looking for him with ten men, ran into some Mexican foragers and got killed.

GENESIS 12 Now  mthe LORD said [1] to Abram, “Go from your country [2] and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. 2 nAnd I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. 3 oI will bless those who bless you, and him who dishonors you I will curse, and  pin you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.” [3] 4So Abram went, as the LORD had told him, and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from  qHaran. 5And Abram took Sarai his wife, and Lot his brother’s son, and all their possessions that they had gathered, and the people that they had acquired in Haran, and they set out to go to the land of Canaan. When they came to the land of Canaan, 6Abram  rpassed through the land to the place at Shechem, to  sthe oak [4] of  tMoreh. At that time  uthe Canaanites were in the land. 7Then the LORD appeared to Abram and said,  v“To your offspring I will give this land.” So he built there an altar to the LORD, who had appeared to him. 8From there he moved to the hill country on the east of  wBethel and pitched his tent, with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east. And there he built an altar to the LORD and called upon the name of the LORD. 9And Abram journeyed on, still going toward the Negeb.

9A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, after he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness: 10 I said,  x In the middle [4] of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years. 11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, the LORD  y in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world. 12 My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me z like a shepherd’s tent; a like a weaver b I have rolled up my life;  c he cuts me off from the loom;  d from day to night you bring me to an end; 13 e I calmed myself [5] until morning; like a lion  f he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end. 14 Like  g a swallow or a crane I chirp; h I moan like a dove.  i My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed;  j be my pledge of safety! 15 What shall I say? For he has spoken to me, and he himself has done it.  k I walk slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. 16  l O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit. Oh restore me to health and make me live! 17  m Behold, it was for my welfare that I had great bitterness;  n but in love you have delivered my life from the pit of destruction,  n for you have cast all my sins behind your back. 18  o For Sheol does not thank you; death does not praise you; those who go down to the pit do not hope for your faithfulness. 19 The living, the living, he thanks you, as I do this day;  p the father makes known to the children your faithfulness. 20 The LORD will save me, and we will play my music on stringed instruments all the days of our lives,  q at the house of the LORD.

The Quarantine Act of New York (enacted August 12, 2009) “Under the auspices of the NY Department of Public Health, in conjunction with the CDC and the World Health Organization, the Special Officer Corps is hereby empowered to carry out the confinement of anyone infected with a communicable disease or any other infectious agent making him hazardous to others. This confinement authority is limited to people unable or unwilling to conduct themselves so as not to expose others to danger and to situations when the health department determines that a substantial threat to public health exists (CGS § 19a-221(b)). The law defines “communicable disease” as a disease or condition which may be passed or carried, directly or indirectly, by an infectious agent from one person or animal to another (CGS § 19a-221(a); Public Health Code § 19a-36-A1 (f)).

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He lit the cigarette and tilted his neck back. It was only one thirty. Far too early to have used up his daily ration of cigarettes, which meant he should probably increase it.

Carl looked around. If it hadn’t been for the squint kippah and the seven-armed candlestick, he never would’ve imagined this to be an Orthodox Jewish home. Mostly because he didn’t have a clue what an Orthodox Jewish home tended to look like.

He bent spoons? What a weird thing to do,’ Assad added. It was evident that if he’d been gifted with supernatural powers like that, he wouldn’t start by massacring the spoons in the cutlery drawer.

Gordon’s face had the usual appearance of a slapped ass.

It was the sort of disquieting feeling that serves as a warning that it isn’t a day worth waking for.

Amazon generated $89 billion in revenue in Q2 2020, greater than the annual budget of the Department of Education ($68 billion), or enough to end malaria worldwide.

The engineer A. Q. Khan helped Pakistan develop nuclear weapons by stealing centrifuge blueprints and fleeing the Netherlands. Plenty of nuclear material is unaccounted for, from hospitals, businesses, militaries, even recently from Chernobyl. In 2018, plutonium and cesium were stolen from a Department of Energy official’s car in San Antonio, Texas, while they slept in a nearby hotel.

Hun stirret litt ut i luften med blikket sløret av grå stær, så smilte hun plutselig. «Ok, da spør jeg om den nye pleieren har lyst til å massere musa mi så jeg blir helt salig.» Og jammen begynte pendelen å gå som bare det. Jukset hun eller hva?

Assad nikket. «Der jeg kommer fra, de sier at når ingenting hjelper, man rir kamelen på den femte måten.» Carl ristet på hodet. Han var ikke sikker på om han ville høre hva den femte ridemåten gikk ut på, eller de fire første for den saks skyld.

«Du er ikke så dum som du ser ut du, Carl Mørck, men det skal jo litt til også.

«Jaha. Og hva er min plass oppi alt dette her, om jeg tør spørre?» spurte Carl. «Du er selvfølgelig bossen som alltid, Carl,» lo Assad. Bossen! Hadde ordet fått en helt ny definisjon?

«Jeg er ikke så glad i båttur,» sa han lavere enn godt var. «Det er spyposer på toalettene,» kom det tørt fra Rose mens hun tok opp Politikens «Turen går til Bornholm»-guide. Assad ristet på hodet. «Nei, nei, det går bra. Jeg har bestemt det.» Aldri et kjedelig øyeblikk med de to.

Carl sank tilbake i setet og nikket takknemlig til Assad, som raskt var i ferd med å skifte ansiktsfarge fra Midt-Østens gylne teint til noe mer grønnaktig. Stakkars mann, men hva annet var det å vente av en som ble sjøsyk på en bademadrass i et svømmebasseng?

Han tente sigaretten og la hodet bakover. Klokken var bare halv to, litt tidlig å ha brukt opp dagens røykerasjon, så kanskje han like godt skulle se å oppgradere den.

Is it possible that a crime was committed?” the female reporter asked in that excessively empathetic way that’s designed to make inferior news coverage seem earth-shattering.

For a moment Carl tried to picture everything in his mind, and then it happened. Somewhere inside of him, where cause and effect were not weighted against each other, and where logic and explanations never challenged consciousness, in that place where thoughts could live freely and played out against each other - right there in that spot, things fell into place, and he understood how it all fitted together

Was she pregnant then?' asked Assad. Judging by the number of family members in his photos, it was a feminine condition with which he was quite familiar.

She is really really so beautiful there,' said Assad. Carl glanced at him. Apparently a woman's appearance was a particularly valuable factor in his assistant's world-view. But Carl agreed with him.

Not until he stood outside Department Q’s darkened offices in the basement of police headquarters did Carl Mørck fully realize his holiday and summer were definitively over.

Her hoarse laughter could make anyone worry about the future.

There are many ways to knock a child’s confidence, and none of them justifiable.

clearing his throat in the hope of startling his emo malcontent of a secretary into shame, but she didn’t even bother to look up.

But then one morning when I’d been on night shift, she miscarried suddenly and severely. The doctor said it seemed as though she had provoked it herself. I found that hard to believe, given how much she’d been looking forward to having the baby. At any rate, there were large blue bruises on her abdomen. But it’s impossible to know about these things. There are a lot of mixed feelings involved when a woman faces raising an unplanned child on her own.

He dropped his pile of papers onto the desk and indicated the sheet on top. “Here is the common I nominate in all the fires, Carl.” “You what?” “The common I nominate.” “Common denominator, Assad. A compound noun. What common denominator?

Det er nok av tid, minst tyve år til pensjonen, tenkte han og la et par edderkoppkabaler til.

Morten Holland så på ham som om han hadde spist noe rart. «Er du sprø, Carl? Det der er eske 3965 fra år 2000. Jeg har hele kassen med hus og balkong og alt.» Han pekte på den øverste hyllen. Og så sannelig. Der sto hele huset i all sin plastprakt. «Har du noen andre jeg kan låne, da? Bare til i morgen kveld?» Morten så plutselig helt fortapt ut i ansiktet. Det hadde antagelig ikke gjort noen forskjell om Carl hadde spurt om å få gi ham et skikkelig ballespark.

and now the past stalked about like a purposeless stray animal among heaps of rubbish and junk that no one wanted.

mean it wouldn’t be the first time a man’s

existed in the eternal dilemma: to give freedom free rein, or to rein freedom in?

In this area, people watched reality shows and awful quiz shows, gorging themselves on junk food and moving further and further away from the opportunities that a good education or realistic ambitions could provide.

Inne i denne mørke kjempeboksen hadde han alt det som bare hans egne meningsfeller hadde noe med. Fryseren med de ulovlig aborterte menneskefostrene og kartotekskapene, medlemslistene, laptopen han brukte på konferansene, foruten de gamle notatene fra farens tid, som hele virksomheten deres bygde på.

Carl stirret bistert på bilkøen foran tjenestevognen. Hadde han bare brukt hodet, så hadde de startet en halvtime senere. «Mange biler på veien,» sa Assad.

«Hva i granskauen har du i den vesken, Rose? Brostein?» hvisket han foran innkjørselen til Curt Wads hus mot Brøndbyøstervej. «Er du gal. Det er Shakespeares samlede verker i skinninnbinding.»

Fulgte etter meg, tenkte Carl irritert. Var det noen som hadde fulgt etter ham? Kanskje var han blitt for gammel for dette gamet.

I would guess that he’s an only child and that his mother, or more likely his father, has had high expectations for him during his childhood, which has made him feel trapped and caused him to hate the world around him.

A common spirit that embraced them all as equals, which gave them hope of a paradise in the next life and made life on this pitiful earth bearable.

Christ on a bike,” Carl muttered under his breath, and thought about going back to bed.

The time they lived in was an open invitation to a cocktail of self-denial and self-glorification. And if you didn’t like the situation you were stuck in, there was always the option of running away from yourself: running away from opinions, from your marriage, from your country, from old values, from trends that had otherwise meant so much yesterday. The problem was just that out there, among all the new, you found nothing of what you were looking for deep down inside, because tomorrow it would all be meaningless again. It had become an eternal and fruitless hunt for your own shadow, and that was pitiful.

The

Promote Ownership Q: Do you offer any compensation to your team in the form of company “ownership”—including a share of profits or growth? Q: Do you regularly communicate to your team your short-term goals and your long-term goals for the business? Q: Is there an incentive (or a barrier) for employees to improve or fix areas of the business outside of their own department or responsibilities?

The Australian Department of Defence asked his research group to measure the effects of deployment to combat duty in Iraq and Afghanistan on mental and biological functioning, including brain-wave patterns. In the initial phase McFarlane and his colleagues measured the qEEG in 179 combat troops four months prior to and four months after each successive deployment to the Middle East. They found that the total number of months in combat over a three-year period was associated with progressive decreases in alpha power at the back of the brain. This area, which monitors the state of the body and regulates such elementary processes as sleep and hunger, ordinarily has the highest level of alpha waves of any region in the brain, particularly when people close their eyes. As we have seen, alpha is associated with relaxation. The decrease in alpha power in these soldiers reflects a state of persistent agitation. At the same time the brain waves at the front of the brain, which normally have high levels of beta, show a progressive slowing with each deployment. The soldiers gradually develop frontal-lobe activity that resembles that of children with ADHD, which interferes with their executive functioning and capacity for focused attention. The

Carrots are always better then whips.

Chin up, Gordon. You know what they say: When you’re up to your neck in shit, don’t hang your head.

awareness of death had become the eternal nightmare of life and a source of grief.

Q: Is there a book from your reading that has been particularly inspirational to you? The Power Broker by Robert Caro is the most inspirational book I've ever read on the subject of transportation and urban planning …but I lived in New York City and knew many of the places and people he was talking about. I'm not sure if it would be as inspirational to others. The book won a Pulitzer Prize when it came out in the 1970s. Caro was a newspaper reporter who wanted to write a book about political power– how it was obtained and wielded and what role agencies played in government. In describing the life of Robert Moses, a highway builder, unelected state bureaucrat and creator of the modern “highway department,” Caro was able to describe (in a microcosm) the transportation and political history of America. Another great book is Ivan Illich's “Energy and Equity.” That one is a quick read. (2015 interview with Microcosm Publishing)

When Rose came to us the first time, do you remember Marcus Jacobsen telling us she was not a police officer, because she failed her exams and drove a car like a blind man with no arms?

Carl

And so it came to be.

So, I suppose you just have a sense of where it is. And you don’t have to be precise, is that it?” “Allah is great. He has such wide shoulders.” Carl stuck out his lower lip in a pout. Of course Allah did. What was he thinking, anyway?

How was it in any way possible to defend himself against the words of a dead man?

Did the iceberg interrupt the titanic?

It doesn't matter' was crap people said when things mattered a lot.

People only understand how to live when all their senses gravitate around survival.

He was struck by the realisation that people couldn't run from themselves, regardless of where they were. The feeling that you always carried the past with you, and that it was only yourself that could be held responsible for who you were.