Macbeth (Hogarth Shakespeare, #7)

by Jo Nesbø

Macbeth smirked. “You see more clearly than me in the mists of battle, old man, so it’s some solace to me that I have your forgiveness.” Banquo shook his head. “I don’t see better than anyone else. I’m just a chatterbox with doubt as my sole guide.” “Doubt, yes. Does it eat you up sometimes?” “No,” Banquo answered, staring through the windscreen. “Not sometimes. All the time.”

Life doesn’t give the likes of us that many opportunities, darling. We have to grasp the few that offer themselves.