Sometimes they were together so often that it felt as though they really were a couple; 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.
Only a woman who had killed a man in battle was allowed to give up her virginity.
I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.
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.
Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat – where do I get these metaphors from?
Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God’s representatives here on Earth.
There was a whole army of people who seemed not to have anything better to do than to try to disrupt her life, and, if they were given the opportunity, to correct the way she had chosen to live it.
It doesn’t matter how good the enemy’s weapons are. If he can’t see you, he can’t hit you. Cover, cover, cover. Make sure you’re never exposed.
Salander never forgets an injustice, and by nature she was anything but forgiving.
Taking away a person’s control of her own life – meaning her bank account – is one of the greatest infringements a democracy can impose, especially when it applies to young people. It is an infringement even if the intent may be perceived as benign and socially valid.
But if you want to win, you’re going to have to fight.
It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on. She had also learned that every time she tried to make someone aware of something in her life, the situation just got worse. Consequently it was up to her to solve her problems by herself, using whatever methods she deemed necessary.
A journalist finds out things by asking questions of people who know.
Isn’t it fascinating that Nazis always manage to adopt the word freedom?
I’m aware of what you’ve done for me, and I’m not ungrateful. I appreciate that you actually showed yourself to be greater than your prejudices and have given me a chance here. But I don’t want you for my lover, and you’re not my father.
He’s pulling the load of an ox and walking on eggshells.
She had put on make-up in a colour scheme that indicated she might be colourblind.
Plague might be a social incompetent, but he was unquestionably a genius.
At some point on the morning of the second day she came to a terrifying realisation. She had no idea how it had happened or how she was supposed to cope with it. She was in love for the first time in her life.
Her voice was as rough as sandpaper. As long as Blomkvist lived, he would never forget her face as she went on the attack. Her teeth were bared like a beast of prey. Her eyes were glittering, black as coal. She moved with the lightning speed of a tarantula and seemed totally focus on her prey as she swung the club again, striking Martin in the ribs.