"At times he could be all smiles and laughter, it was like he brought the sunshine when he arrived. If you had any problems they seemed to evaporate like dew in the sun. In the black periods it was the opposite. Everything was quiet around him, a brooding tragedy seemed to hang in the air and you could hear it in his silence. Music in a minor key. Beautiful and terrible at once. And yet, some of the sunshine seemed to have been stored in his eyes, because they continued to laugh. It was eerie."
- Jo Nesbo, The Leopard. Pg.358