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It proved once again the theory that no security system is a match for a stupid employee.
I'm unhappy. I don't want to fall in love with you. It'll hurt far too much when it's over
She saw him drenched with gasoline. She could actually feel the box of matches in her hand.
Dear Government... I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.
Take "no" as an encouragement to redouble his efforts, so it was easier to say "yes" right away.
It was troubling that one of the few people she trusted was a man she spent so much time avoiding
He felt that he had to find Salander and hold her close. She would probably bite him if he tried.
I am what I am,' Salander said 'I ran away from everything and everybody. I should have said goodbye.
I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.
As the situation developed, the futility of attempting suicide in the middle of a hospital became apparent.
No, I don't believe in God, but I respect the fact that you do. Everyone has to have something to believe in.
You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.
Wennerström was devoting himself to fraud that was so extensive it was no longer merely criminal–it was business.
I started to write in 2001. I wrote the books for the fun of it. It was an old idea I had had since the nineties.
But she wished she had had the guts to go up to him and say hello. Or possibly break his legs, she wasn't sure which.
Nobody can avoid falling in love. They might want to deny it, but friendship is probably the most common form of love.
I am a rapist and a sadistic pig,' if you get that tattoo removed I will carve it into your forehead, do you understand?
From a purely physical standpoint she didn't have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.
Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God's representatives here on Earth.
I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.
In ordinary detective novels you never see the consequences of what happens in a story in the next book. That you do in mine.
She wondered what she thought of herself, and came to the realization that she felt mostly indifference towards her entire life.
[Her] greatest fear, which was so huge and so black that it was of phobic proportions, was that people would laugh at her feelings.
When I find the motherfucker who tortured an innocent cat to death just to send us a warning, I'm going to clobber him with a baseball bat
It doesn't matter how good the enemy's weapons are. If he can't see you, he can't hit you. Cover, cover, cover. Make sure you're never exposed.
I'm a fast writer, and crime novels are easy to do. It's much harder to write a 1,000 word article, where everything has to be 100 per cent correct.
As a girl, she was a legal prey, especially if she was dressed in a worn black leather jacket and had pierced eyebrows, tattoos, and zero social status.
Don’t ever fight with Lisbeth Salander. Her attitude towards the rest of the world is that if someone threatens her with a gun, she’ll get a bigger gun.
Writing detective stories is about writing light literature, for entertainment. It isn't primarily a question of writing propaganda or classical literature.
Crime stories are, as you know, one of the most popular forms of entertainment that exist. If you then try to have something to say... that I have, of course.
their relationship was built on friendship, and in matters of friendship he was boundlessly loyal. It was a relationship that would survive the harshest test.
Then she made up her mind.It was absurd to pretend that he did not exist.It no longer hurt her to see him. She opened the door wide and let him into her life again.
Salander was afraid of no-one and nothing. She realized that she lacked the necessary imagination - and that was evidence enough that there was something wrong with her brain.
Salander's fingers emerged like something dead from beneath the earth. Had there been any human watching, he would probably have reacted like the fox. He was gone like a shot.
Always retain the ability to walk away, without sentimentality, from a situation that felt unmanageable. That was a basic rule of survival. Don't lift a finger for a lost cause.
I know what kind of things I myself have been irritated by in detective stories. They are often about one or two persons, but they don't describe anything in the society outside.
I abhor crime novels in which the main character can behave however he or she pleases, or do things that normal people do not do, without those actions having social consequences.
Every year Swedish society produces a new generation of threatened women who can testify to the lack of legal rights and the lukewarm interest shown by the police and other authorities.
He often wondered whether it were possible to be more possessed by desire for any other woman. The fact was that they functioned well together, and they had a connection as addictive as heroin.
In the evening he went to the cinema to see "The Lord of the Rings", which he had never before had time to see. He thought that orcs, unlike human beings, were simple and uncomplicated creatures.
Bullshit," Salander said again. "Gottfried isn't the only kid who was ever mistreated. That doesn't give him the right to murder women. He made that choice himself. And the same is true of Martin.
There was a whole army of people who seemed not to have anything better to do than to try to disrupt her life, and , if they were given the opportunity, to correct the way she had chosen to live it.
It was completely impossible to box with her. She had only one style, which we called Terminator Mode. She would try to nail her opponent, and it didn’t matter if it was just a warm-up of friendly sparring.
You were difficult enough to catch,” Faste said. Salander gave him a long look, satisfied herself that he was an idiot, and decided that she would not waste too many seconds concerning herself with his existence.
When this is all over I'm going to found an association called 'The Knights of the Idiotic Table' and its purpose will be to arrange an annual dinner where we tell stories about Lisbeth Salander. You're all members.
Her absence had felt like torture--almost a form of personal punishment. He had nobody to discuss his feelings with, and for the first time he realised with appalling clarity what a destructive hold she had over him.
Friendship- my definition- is built on two things. Respect and trust. Both elements have to be there. And it has to be mutual. You can have respect for someone, but if you don't have trust, the friendship will crumble.
History is reticent about women who were common soldiers, who bore arms, belonged to regiments, and took part in battles on the same terms as men, though hardly a war has been waged without women soldiers in the ranks.
His attitude had always been that if a woman clearly indicated that she did not want anything more to do with him, he would go on his way. Not respecting such a message would in his eyes, show a lack of respect for her.
I have been threatened occasionally. But that happens to everybody who is writing this kind of things. Threats will come without fail. It might happen to the most 'innocent' texts. If it gets too much we call the police.