He's pulling the load of an ox and walking on eggshells.

I have pain in my hip and long walks are a thing of the past but I'm neither morbid nor senile. I'm not obsessed by death, but I'm at an age when I have to accept that my time is about up. You want to close the accounts and take care of unfinished business.

The desk was orderly, only a few paper in one heap. At its edge was a silver-framed photograph of a dark-haired girl, beautiful but with a mischievous look; a young woman on her way to becoming dangerous, he thought.

We need to have a talk on the subject of what's yours and what's mine.

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.

When all the media assertions were put together, the police appeared to be hunting for a psychotic lesbian who had joined a cult of Satanists that propagandized for S&M sex and hated society in general and men in particular. Because Salander had been abroad for the past year, there might be international connections too.

There are no innocents. There are, however, different degrees of responsibility.

I spent the first twenty-five years of my life apologizing for people like Harald because we're family. Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love and I had a few reasons to defend Harald.

Only a woman who had killed a man in battle was allowed to give up her virginity.

Blomkvist, she cried with panic in her voice. They're not just planning to involve him in a scandal, they're planning to murder him. Then the police will find the cocaine during the investigation and draw their own conclusions. Edklinth.

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.

Thinking about her mother always pitched Salander into a mood of helplessness and darkness black as night. As a teenager, she had cherished the fantasy that her mother would get well and that they would be able to form some sort of relationship. That was her heart thinking. Her head knew that it would never happen.

Hardly a war has been waged without women soldiers in the ranks.

Don't call me crazy.I'm a survivor. I do what I have to do to survive.

When other people are grieving, the newspaperman turns efficient.

Hey, you fucking creep, in this shithole! I've got a monopoly on that one.

She was surprised to be alive. Yet she felt indifferent. If death was the black emptiness from which she had just woken up, then death was nothing to worry about.

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.

He seemed happy, and she too felt strangely content with life.

I don't know if I want a steady relationship, but I'm terrified of losing you.

She's married. I'm more a friend and occasional lover.

How could you be so idiotic as to decide to begin liquidating individuals in Sweden just as we saw happen in Chile under the Pinochet dictatorship?

Capitalists' wet dreams is to be involved in charity.

Men could be as big as a house and made of granite, but they all had balls in the same place.

Writing detective stories is about writing light literature, for entertainment. It isn't primarily a question of writing propaganda or classical literature.

Take "no" as an encouragement to redouble his efforts, so it was easier to say "yes" right away.

You mean that your buddy was lying?

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?

There was a difference, besides, between Catholicism and Judaism. He went to the synagogue when he needed company and fellowship with other people. Catholics went to church to seek peace in the presence of God. The church invited silence and visitors would always be left to themselves.

Candy within reach and then I have to go on a diet.

Some of the writers I've praised are Sara Paretsky, Val McDermid, Elisabeth George and Minette Walters. Strangely enough, almost all are women.

I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.

Don't get politics mixed up in this. It's all about money and it makes no difference if the Social Democrats or the moderates appoint the ministers.

If you want to win, you're going to have to fight.

O.K., a band. You already have loads of tattoos. Are you sure you want another one?

Salander never forgets an injustice, and by nature she was anything but forgiving.

Friendship—my definition—is built on two things, he said. 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.

One more man who hates women, she muttered at last.

When Blomkvist alighted from his train in Hedestad for the second time, the sky was a pastel blue and the air icy cold. The thermometer on the wall of the station said -15°C. He was wearing unsuitable walking shoes.

Mathematics was actually a logical puzzle with endless variations—riddles that could be solved. The trick was not to solve arithmetical problems. Five times five would always be twenty-five. The trick was to understand combinations of the various rules that made it possible to solve any mathematical problem whatsoever.

She had discovered that the most effective method of keeping the fear at bay was to fantasize about something that gave her a feeling of strength. She closed her eyes and conjured up the smell of gasoline.

There's always someone willing to believe malicious rumours.

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.

You're an entropic chaos factor.

Women disappear all the time. Nobody misses them. Immigrants. Whores from Russia. Thousands of people pass through Sweden every year.

Armageddon was yesterday, today we have a serious problem.

Berger's eyes narrowed. She turned ice-cold. She had had enough of the word whore.

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.

Plague might be a social incompetent, but he was unquestionably a genius.