She had been sharing a house with him for a week, and he had not once flirted with her. He had worked with her, asked her opinion, slapped her on the knuckles figuratively speaking when she was on the wrong track, and acknowledged that she was right when she corrected him. Dammit, he had treated her like a human being.

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.

[Her] greatest fear, which was so huge and so black that it was of phobic proportions, was that people would laugh at her feelings.

I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.

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

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

Salander was the woman who hated men who hate women.