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

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

I am not altogether confident of my ability to put my thoughts into words: My texts are usually better after an editor has hacked away at them, and I am used to both editing and being edited. Which is to say that I am not oversensitive in such matters.

She's married. I'm more a friend and occasional lover.

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.

When this is all over I'm going to found an association called 'The Knights of the Idiotic Table' and its purpose will be to arrange an annual dinner where we tell stories about Lisbeth Salander. You're all members.

There's always someone willing to believe malicious rumours.