But if you want to win, you're going to have to fight.
Everyone has secrets. It's just a matter of finding out what they are
There are no innocents. There are, however, different degrees of responsibility.
Impulsive actions led to trouble, and trouble could have unpleasant consequences.
To exact revenge for yourself or your friends is not only a right, it's an absolute duty.
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.
Dear Government... I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.
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.
Don't call me crazy.I'm a survivor. I do what I have to do to survive.
There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer.
No, I don't believe in God, but I respect the fact that you do. Everyone has to have something to believe in.
Those pointless equations, to which no solution exists, are called absurdities.
Armageddon was yesterday, today we have a serious problem.
Don't exaggerate. Just give your natural bitchy selves full rein
Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
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 saw him drenched with gasoline. She could actually feel the box of matches in her hand.
When other people are grieving, the newspaperman turns efficient.
I am a rapist and a sadistic pig,' if you get that tattoo removed I will carve it into your forehead, do you understand?
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.
Capitalists' wet dreams is to be involved in charity.
What an excellent tool the internet is for freaks.
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.
She's married. I'm more a friend and occasional lover.
Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!
