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.

In ordinary detective novels you never see the consequences of what happens in a story in the next book. That you do in mine.

...you have no idea how mentally handicapped I could be if push comes to shove.

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.

When I find the motherfucker who tortured an innocent cat to death just to send us a warning, I'm going to clobber him with a baseball bat

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

Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God's representatives here on Earth.