From a purely physical standpoint she didn't have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.

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.

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

What irritated her most was that they kept brushing off her arguments with patronizing smiles, making her feel like a teenager being quizzed on her homework. Without actually uttering a single inappropriate word, they displayed towards her an attitude that was so antediluvian it was almost comical. You shouldn't worry your pretty head over complex matters, little girl.

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.

From a purely physical standpoint she didn't have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.

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