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.

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

Blomkvist had indeed had many brief relationships. He knew he was reasonably good-looking, but he had never considered himself exceptionally attractive. But he had often been told that he had something that made women interested in him . . .that he radiated self-confidence and security at the same time, that he had the ability to make women feel at ease. Going to bed with him was not threatening or complicated, but it might be erotically enjoyable. And that, according to Blomkvist, was as it should be.

It doesn't matter how good the enemy's weapons are. If he can't see you, he can't hit you. Cover, cover, cover. Make sure you're never exposed.

There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer.

He felt that he had to find Salander and hold her close. She would probably bite him if he tried.

She had put on make-up in a colour scheme that indicated she might be colourblind.