" He shrugged and raised an arm to the sky.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
‘Thinking.’
‘I mean with your hand. What’s that?’
‘Energy. I’m gathering energy from all the people down there. It’s supposed to give eternal life. Do you believe in that kind of thing?’
‘I stopped believing in eternal life when I was sixteen, Harry.’
Harry turned, but couldn’t see her face in the night.
‘Your father?’
He could see the sharp outline of her head nodding.
‘Yup. He carried the world on his shoulders, my dad did. Shame it was too heavy. "

― Jo Nesbø , Cockroaches (Harry Hole, #2)