Salander's fingers emerged like something dead from beneath the earth. Had there been any human watching, he would probably have reacted like the fox. He was gone like a shot.

Wennerström was devoting himself to fraud that was so extensive it was no longer merely criminal–it was business.

Don't call me crazy.I'm a survivor. I do what I have to do to survive.

[Her] greatest fear, which was so huge and so black that it was of phobic proportions, was that people would laugh at her feelings.

A journalist finds out things by asking questions of people who know.

Only a woman who had killed a man in battle was allowed to give up her virginity.

You were difficult enough to catch,” Faste said. Salander gave him a long look, satisfied herself that he was an idiot, and decided that she would not waste too many seconds concerning herself with his existence.