As a girl, she was a legal prey, especially if she was dressed in a worn black leather jacket and had pierced eyebrows, tattoos, and zero social status.

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

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 the woman who hated men who hate women.

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

I am what I am,' Salander said 'I ran away from everything and everybody. I should have said goodbye.

Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get these metaphors from?