Quotes by Stieg Larsson

13NOTESShe hesitated. For two years she had kept as far away from Mikael Blomkvist as she could. 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 it was O.K. 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. She looked at him for a moment and realized that she now had no feelings for him. At least not those kinds of feelings. He had in fact been a good friend to her over the past year. She trusted him. Maybe. It was troubling that one of the few people she trusted was a man she spent so much time avoiding. Then she made up her mind. It was absurd to pretend that he did not exist. It no longer hurt her to see him. She opened the door wide and let him into her life again.

Consider this a fair warning.

I can be a regular bitch. Just try me.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.

An introverted person obviously affected by her past. Lived alone, had no sex life, had difficulty getting close to people. Kept her distance, and when she let loose there was no restraint. She chose a stranger for a lover.

People always have secrets. Its just a matter of finding out what they are.

Salander was an information junkie with a delinquent childs take on morals and ethics.

Youre going to get a present from me so youll always remember our agreement.She gave him a crooked smile and climbed on to the bed and knelt between his legs. Bjurman had no idea what she intended to do, but he felt a sudden terror.Then he saw the needle in her hand.He flopped his head back and forth and tried to twist his body away until she put a knee on his crotch and pressed down in warning.Lie rather still because this is the first time Ive used this equipment.

Shes married. Im more a friend and occasional lover.

Ive never had a boy in here, Martin said in a serious voice. Ive never touched another man, as a matter of fact. . . .except for my father. That was my duty.Blomkvists temples were pounding. He could not put his weight on his feet without being strangled. He tried to use his fingers to get a grip on the concrete wall behind him, but there was nothing to hold onto.Its time, Martin Vanger said.He put a hand on the strap and pulled down. Blomkvist instantly felt the noose cut into his neck.Ive always wondered how a man tastes. He increased the pressure on the noose and leaned forward to kiss Blomkvist on the lips at the same time that a cold voice cut through the room.Hey you fucking creep, in this shithole Ive got a monopoly on that one.

Capitalists wet dreams is to be involved in charity.

If you want to win, youre going to have to fight.

Every year Swedish society produces a new generation of threatened women who can testify to the lack of legal rights and the lukewarm interest shown by the police and other authorities.

“Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!”

“When she came to her senses again she cut off all contact with him. It had not been easy, but she had steeled herself. The last time she saw him she was standing on a platform in the tunnelbana at Gamla Stan and he was sitting in the train on his way downtown. She had stared at him for a whole minute and decided that she did not have a grain of feeling left, because it would have been the same as bleeding to death. Fuck you.”

“What she had realized was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.”

“From a purely physical standpoint she didnt have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.”