I can be a regular bitch. Just try me.
I can be a regular bitch. Just try me.
The job of the financial journalist was to examine the sharks who created interest crises and speculated away the savings of small investors, to scrutinize company boards with the same merciless zeal.
I'm aware of what you've done for me, and I'm not ungrateful. I appreciate that you actually showed yourself to be greater than your prejudices and have given me a chance here. But I don't want you for my lover, and you're not my father.
The media have the ability to attract the craziest people to call in perfectly absurd tips. Every newsroom in the world gets updates from UFOlogists, graphologists, scientologists, paranoiacs, and every sort of conspiracy theorist.
Isn't it fascinating that Nazis always manage to adopt the word freedom?
The Stock Exchange is something very different. There is no economy and no production of goods and services. There are only fantasies in which people from one hour to the next decide that this or that company is worth so many billions, more or less. It doesn't have a thing to do with reality or with the Swedish economy.
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.
Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!
It would be deplorable if the special interests had the power to silence those voices in the media that they find uncomfortable.
We need to have a talk on the subject of what's yours and what's mine.
I've had many enemies over the years. If there's one thing I've learned, it's never engage in a fight you're sure to lose. On the other hand, never let anyone who has insulted you get away with it. Bide your time and strike back when you're in a position of strength-even if you no longer need to strike back.
Wennerström was devoting himself to fraud that was so extensive it was no longer merely criminal-it was business.
Keep in mind that I'm crazy, won't you?
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
Lie rather still because this is the first time I've used this equipment.
Armageddon was yesterday, today we have a serious problem.
Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get these metaphors from?
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.
Mikael had rarely managed to surprise Berger. This time she was silent for nearly ten seconds.
Cortez looked like someone newly in love, the way only twenty-four-year-olds can look.
Much stronger boys in her class soon learned that it could be quite unpleasant to fight with that skinny girl. Unlike other girls in the class, she never backed down, and she would not for a second hesitate to use her fists or any weapon at hand to protect herself. She went around with the attitude that she would rather be beaten to death than take any shit.
He comes off a little like Practical Pig in The Three Little Pigs.
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.
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.
Plague might be a social incompetent, but he was unquestionably a genius.
Her voice was as rough as sandpaper. As long as Blomkvist lived, he would never forget her face as she went on the attack. Her teeth were bared like a beast of prey. Her eyes were glittering, black as coal. She moved with the lightning speed of a tarantula and seemed totally focus on her prey as she swung the club again, striking Martin in the ribs.
She had put on make-up in a colour scheme that indicated she might be colourblind.
He's pulling the load of an ox and walking on eggshells.
She's married. I'm more a friend and occasional lover.
I call them Salander's Principles. One of them is that a bastard is always a bastard, and if I can hurt a bastard by digging shit about him, then he deserves it.
Taking away a person's control of her own life - meaning her bank account - is one of the greatest infringements a democracy can impose, especially when it applies to young people. It is an infringement even if the intent may be perceived as benign and socially valid.
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