Steig Larsson Quotes

There's always someone willing to believe malicious rumours.

Dear Government... I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.

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

There is nothing to talk about" she said. "I'm just a freak that's all.

I am a rapist and a sadistic pig,' if you get that tattoo removed I will carve it into your forehead, do you understand?

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

Zalachenko...you're just an ordinary asshole who hates women.

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.

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.

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

Impulsive actions led to trouble, and trouble could have unpleasant consequences.

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

I have been threatened occasionally. But that happens to everybody who is writing this kind of things. Threats will come without fail. It might happen to the most 'innocent' texts. If it gets too much we call the police.

You're an entropic chaos factor

I will write a couple of books and become a millionaire.

I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.

I'm a fast writer, and crime novels are easy to do. It's much harder to write a 1,000 word article, where everything has to be 100 per cent correct.

History is reticent about women who were common soldiers, who bore arms, belonged to regiments, and took part in battles on the same terms as men, though hardly a war has been waged without women soldiers in the ranks.

There was a whole army of people who seemed not to have anything better to do than to try to disrupt her life, and , if they were given the opportunity, to correct the way she had chosen to live it.

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

I'm unhappy. I don't want to fall in love with you. It'll hurt far too much when it's over

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.

Capitalists' wet dreams is to be involved in charity.

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

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.

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.

As a girl, she was a legal prey, especially if she was dressed in a worn black leather jacket and had pierced eyebrows, tattoos, and zero social status.

What an excellent tool the internet is for freaks.

their relationship was built on friendship, and in matters of friendship he was boundlessly loyal. It was a relationship that would survive the harshest test.

I abhor crime novels in which the main character can behave however he or she pleases, or do things that normal people do not do, without those actions having social consequences.

I am what I am,' Salander said 'I ran away from everything and everybody. I should have said goodbye.

It was troubling that one of the few people she trusted was a man she spent so much time avoiding

I started to write in 2001. I wrote the books for the fun of it. It was an old idea I had had since the nineties.

She saw him drenched with gasoline. She could actually feel the box of matches in her hand.

Armageddon was yesterday, today we have a serious problem.

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

From a purely physical standpoint she didn't have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.

She had been sharing a house with him for a week, and he had not once flirted with her. He had worked with her, asked her opinion, slapped her on the knuckles figuratively speaking when she was on the wrong track, and acknowledged that she was right when she corrected him. Dammit, he had treated her like a human being.

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.

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.

Wennerström was devoting himself to fraud that was so extensive it was no longer merely criminal–it was business.

Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get these metaphors from?

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.

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.

In the evening he went to the cinema to see "The Lord of the Rings", which he had never before had time to see. He thought that orcs, unlike human beings, were simple and uncomplicated creatures.

When their love was not reciprocated, it could quickly turn to violent hatred.

Isn't it fascinating that Nazis always manage to adopt the word freedom?

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.