That’s the crux of almost every fight, the moment when the strength drains out of you and the adrenaline pumps so hard that it becomes a burden and surrender appears like a ghost at ringside.
Nobody was innocent. There were only varying degrees of responsibility.
Blomkvist had often wondered whether it were possible to be more possessed by desire for any other woman. The fact was that they functioned well together, and they had a connection as addictive as heroin... sometimes weeks and months would go by before they saw each other. But even as alcoholics are drawn to the state liquor store after a stint on the wagon, they always came back to each other.
Too many cooks might wreck the whole dish.
He was not in love with her – they were about as unlike as two people could possibly be – but he was very fond of her and really missed her, as exasperating as she sometimes was.
In this candid and rounded memoir, Baksi answers the questions a multitude of Larsson’s fans have already asked about his upbringing; the recurring death threats; his insomnia and his vices; his feminism.
Mind Your Own Business.
The NSA had enormous resources and used a vast network in order to capture a large number of mobile conversations in a certain region simultaneously. Each individual call was separated and processed digitally by computers programmed to react to certain words, such as terrorist or Kalashnikov. If such a word occurred, the computer automatically sent an alarm, which meant that some operator would go in manually and listen to the conversation to decide whether it was of interest or not.
Her apartment in Stockholm might look as if a bomb had gone off in it, but mentally Salander was extremely well organised.
Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love and I had few reasons to defend Harald.
Files are one thing. People are something else.
Nunca se debe subestimar un presentimiento.
When he ran into her at Susanne’s, she was friendly but cool and distant. When they met in her bedroom, she was wildly passionate.
I hate this society where we’re watched over all the time. I’ve had enough of Big Brother and the authorities in my life.
Lisbeth Salander era la mujer que odiaba a los hombres que odiaban a las mujeres.
He seemed happy, and she too felt strangely content with life.
That was a basic rule for survival. Don’t lift a finger for a lost cause.
No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else- pass the time and to distract her situation she was in- The fear came trickling out. It however like a cloud of gas around her threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her. She had discovered that the most affective way of keeping the fear of day was to fantasize that something that gave her a feeling of strength. She closed her eyes and conjured up the smell of gasoline.
She still weighed only forty kilos and stood one metre twenty-four centimetres tall.
She went out on the balcony and leaned.