Elsa decides that even if people she likes have been shits on earlier occasions, she has to learn to carry on liking them. You’d quickly run out of people if you had to disqualify all those who at some point have been shits.

Very few people have that effect. Very few people are tequila and champagne at the same time.

Ove could not in all honesty remember how it all started. It wasn't the sort of dispute where you did remember. It was more an argument where the little disagreements had ended up so entangled that every new word was treacherously booby-trapped, and in the end it wasn't possible to open one's mouth at all without setting off at least four unexploded mines from earlier conflicts. It was the sort of argument that had just run, and run, and run. Until one day it just ran out.

...you can love something without loving everything about it. You don't have to feel embarrassed about not being proud. That applies to hockey, but it also applies to friends.

You can’t cultivate that sort of friendship, it only grows in the wild.

Remember, a good friend helps you move, but a great friend helps you move a dead body.

The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back.

The best friends of our childhoods are the loves of our lives, and they break our hearts in worse ways

You can love something without loving everything about it. You don't have to feel embarrassed about not being proud. That applies to hockey, but it also applies to friends.