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

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.

Crime stories are, as you know, one of the most popular forms of entertainment that exist. If you then try to have something to say... that I have, of course.

She wondered what she thought of herself, and came to the realization that she felt mostly indifference towards her entire life.

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

What an excellent tool the internet is for freaks.

Don’t ever fight with Lisbeth Salander. Her attitude towards the rest of the world is that if someone threatens her with a gun, she’ll get a bigger gun.