Mimi was massaging Salander's back and neck. She had been kneading intently for 20 minutes while Salander mainly enjoyed herself and uttered an occasional groan of pleasure. A massage from Mimi was a fantastic experience, and she felt like a kitten who just wanted to purr and wave its paws around.

When other people are grieving, the newspaperman turns efficient.

I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.

I've read crime fiction all my life. A thing that's bothered me about crime fiction is that it's generally about one or two people, but there's not much about society. I want to get away from that particular pattern: a lead, a supporting role and backdrop characters.

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

I started to write in 2001. I wrote the books for the fun of it. It was an old idea I had had since the nineties.

It was troubling that one of the few people she trusted was a man she spent so much time avoiding