Salander never forgets an injustice, and by nature she was anything but forgiving.
I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.
And I guess that in some way I'm falling for you because you are who you are. It's easy to sleep with you because there's no bullshit and you make me feel safe. But this all started because I gave in to a crazy impulse. It doesn't happen very often, and I hadn't planned it.
I've read crime fiction all my life. A thing that's bothered me about crime fiction is that it's generally about one or two people, but there's not much about society. I want to get away from that particular pattern: a lead, a supporting role and backdrop characters.
What an excellent tool the internet is for freaks.
Oppurtunity Makes the Thief
She wondered what she thought of herself, and came to the realization that she felt mostly indifference towards her entire life.
I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.
Capitalists' wet dreams is to be involved in charity.
Your job description as a journalist is to question and scrutinize critically-neve r to repeat claims uncritically, no matter how highly placed the sources in the bureaucracy. Don't ever forget that. You're a damn good writer, but that talent is completely worthless if you forget your job description.
From a purely physical standpoint she didn't have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.
Cortez looked like someone newly in love, the way only twenty-four-year-olds can look.
Normally seven minutes of another person's company was enough to give her a headache so she set things up to live as a recluse. She was perfectly content as long as people left her in peace. Unfortunately society was not very smart or understanding.
What irritated her most was that they kept brushing off her arguments with patronizing smiles, making her feel like a teenager being quizzed on her homework. Without actually uttering a single inappropriate word, they displayed towards her an attitude that was so antediluvian it was almost comical. You shouldn't worry your pretty head over complex matters, little girl.
Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.
She had put on make-up in a colour scheme that indicated she might be colourblind.
Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God's representatives here on Earth.
There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer.
If love is liking someone an awful lot, then I suppose I'm in love with several people.