I'm not going to apologize for the way I've led my life.
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.
Normally seven minutes of another person's company was enough to give her a headache so she set things up to live as a recluse. She was perfectly content as long as people left her in peace. Unfortunately society was not very smart or understanding.
I don't know if I want a steady relationship, but I'm terrified of losing you.
Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God's representatives here on Earth.
As the situation developed, the futility of attempting suicide in the middle of a hospital became apparent.
Consider this a fair warning.
A journalist finds out things by asking questions of people who know.
Her absence had felt like torture--almost a form of personal punishment. He had nobody to discuss his feelings with, and for the first time he realised with appalling clarity what a destructive hold she had over him.
I started to write in 2001. I wrote the books for the fun of it. It was an old idea I had had since the nineties.
Salander never forgets an injustice, and by nature she was anything but forgiving.
It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.
I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain.
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.
Oppurtunity Makes the Thief
Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get these metaphors from?
You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.
[Her] greatest fear, which was so huge and so black that it was of phobic proportions, was that people would laugh at her feelings.
Harley-Davidson," she said. "Sweet.
There is nothing to talk about" she said. "I'm just a freak that's all.
I am what I am,' Salander said 'I ran away from everything and everybody. I should have said goodbye.
His attitude had always been that if a woman clearly indicated that she did not want anything more to do with him, he would go on his way. Not respecting such a message would in his eyes, show a lack of respect for her.
When this is all over I'm going to found an association called 'The Knights of the Idiotic Table' and its purpose will be to arrange an annual dinner where we tell stories about Lisbeth Salander. You're all members.
When their love was not reciprocated, it could quickly turn to violent hatred.
Mimi was massaging Salander's back and neck. She had been kneading intently for 20 minutes while Salander mainly enjoyed herself and uttered an occasional groan of pleasure. A massage from Mimi was a fantastic experience, and she felt like a kitten who just wanted to purr and wave its paws around.
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