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

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.

She saw him drenched with gasoline. She could actually feel the box of matches in her hand.

Keep in mind that I'm crazy, won't you?

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

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

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