[b]Stieg Larsson
No, I don’t believe in God, but I respect the fact that you do. Everyone has to have something to believe in.[/b]
That’s what you’re supposed to say, isn’t it?
…One of them is that a bastard is always a bastard and if I can hurt a bastard by digging up shit about him, then he deserves it.
For some that being the least of it.
It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on. She had also learned that every time she tried to make someone aware of something in her life, the situation just got worse. Consequently it was up to her to solve her problems by herself, using whatever methods she deemed necessary.
Believe it or not, some will go all the way to the grave and never figure this out.
Salander’s greatest fear, which was so huge and so black that it was of phobic proportions, was that people would laugh at her feelings. And all of a sudden all her carefully constructed self-confidence seemed to crumble.
Go ahead, try to bring mine tumbling down.
If love is liking someone an awful lot, then I suppose I’m in love with several people.
Though not in love with a hell of a lot more.
Men could be as big as a house and made of granite, but they all had balls in the same place.
And [conveniently] smack dab in the middle.