Salander was the woman who hated men who hate women.
What an excellent tool the internet is for freaks.
Only a woman who had killed a man in battle was allowed to give up her virginity.
Friendship is probably the most common form of love.
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.
Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get these metaphors from?