-Who knows about this? -Just me, the police, the killer, and now you.

But she wished she had had the guts to go up to him and say hello. Or possibly break his legs, she wasn't sure which.

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.

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.

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

If love is liking someone an awful lot, then I suppose I'm in love with several people.