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

But if you want to win, you're going to have to fight.

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

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.

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.

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.

As the situation developed, the futility of attempting suicide in the middle of a hospital became apparent.