Isn't it fascinating that Nazis always manage to adopt the word freedom?

Cortez looked like someone newly in love, the way only twenty-four-year-olds can look.

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.

Salander never forgets an injustice, and by nature she was anything but forgiving.

But if you want to win, you're going to have to fight.

What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.

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.