You're an entropic chaos factor

I'm not going to apologize for the way I've led my life.

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

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.

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.

Armageddon was yesterday, today we have a serious problem.

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