You were difficult enough to catch,” Faste said. Salander gave him a long look, satisfied herself that he was an idiot, and decided that she would not waste too many seconds concerning herself with his existence.

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

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.

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

No, I don't believe in God, but I respect the fact that you do. Everyone has to have something to believe in.

There was a whole army of people who seemed not to have anything better to do than to try to disrupt her life, and , if they were given the opportunity, to correct the way she had chosen to live it.

Those pointless equations, to which no solution exists, are called absurdities.