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

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

There is nothing to talk about" she said. "I'm just a freak that's all.

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.

When this is all over I'm going to found an association called 'The Knights of the Idiotic Table' and its purpose will be to arrange an annual dinner where we tell stories about Lisbeth Salander. You're all members.

Capitalists' wet dreams is to be involved in charity.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.