Salander leaned back against the pillow and followed the conversation with a smile. She wondered why she, who had such difficulty talking about herself with people of flesh and blood, could blithely reveal her most intimate secrets to a bunch of completely unknown freaks on the Internet.
I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.
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.
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.
I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.
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.
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.
She wondered what she thought of herself, and came to the realization that she felt mostly indifference towards her entire life.
It proved once again the theory that no security system is a match for a stupid employee.
He's pulling the load of an ox and walking on eggshells.
She's married. I'm more a friend and occasional lover.
And yet he kept sticking to her life like gum on the sole of her shoe, either on the Net or in real life. On the Net was OK. There he was no more than electrons and words. In real life, standing on her doorstep, he was still fucking attractive. And he knew her secrets just as she knew all of his.
The whole organization seemed to be in free fall, indulging in a collective fantasy in which experienced colleagues refused to admit that their every movement, every decision that was made and implemented, only led them one step closer to the abyss.
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.
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.
As the situation developed, the futility of attempting suicide in the middle of a hospital became apparent.
This is so much money that it scares the shit out of me. I don't know how to handle it. I don't know the purpose of the company besides making more money. What's all the money going to be used for?
Men could be as big as a house and made of granite, but they all had balls in the same place.
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.
What an excellent tool the internet is for freaks.
Mimi was massaging Salander's back and neck. She had been kneading intently for 20 minutes while Salander mainly enjoyed herself and uttered an occasional groan of pleasure. A massage from Mimi was a fantastic experience, and she felt like a kitten who just wanted to purr and wave its paws around.
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.
But if you want to win, you're going to have to fight.
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.
No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else, to pass the time and to distract her from the situation she was in, the fear came trickling out. It hovered like a cloud of gas around her, threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her.
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.
Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God's representatives here on Earth.
When their love was not reciprocated, it could quickly turn to violent hatred.
Salander was the woman who hated men who hate women.
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!
I don't give a damn what you do with your money. Just sign here that you received it and you can get drunk in peace.
You know what? I think you ought to recruit her for the Section.
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.
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 don't know if I want a steady relationship, but I'm terrified of losing you.
A journalist finds out things by asking questions of people who know.
There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer.
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.
If love is liking someone an awful lot, then I suppose I'm in love with several people.
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