The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo Quotes - Page 2 | Just Great DataBase

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.

Salander was an information junkie with a delinquent child's take on morals and ethics.

He's pulling the load of an ox and walking on eggshells.

It would be deplorable if the special interests had the power to silence those voices in the media that they find uncomfortable.

Friendship—my definition—is built on two things, he said. Respect and trust. Both elements have to be there. And it has to be mutual. You can have respect for someone, but if you don’t have trust, the friendship will crumble.

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

One more man who hates women, she muttered at last.

I spent the first twenty-five years of my life apologizing for people like Harald because we're family. Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love and I had a few reasons to defend Harald.

I mean, I may not hold the record in cleaning house either, but if I've got old milk cartons that smell like maggots I bundle them up and put them out.""I'm on a disability pension'" he said. "I'm socially incompetent.

To rest. Not to wakeup. Forgive me, Mimmi.

Bastards too have a right to their private lives.

Mikael had rarely managed to surprise Berger. This time she was silent for nearly ten seconds.

What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.

He's a moron," Blomkvist said. Vanger laughed, but he said: "That may be. But he's not the one who was sentenced by the court.

Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love and I had few reasons to defend Harald.

Women disappear all the time. Nobody misses them. Immigrants. Whores from Russia. Thousands of people pass through Sweden every year.

Hey, toy boy. It’s only 3:00, and I want to be properly entertained before dinner.

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.

When Blomkvist alighted from his train in Hedestad for the second time, the sky was a pastel blue and the air icy cold. The thermometer on the wall of the station said -15°C. He was wearing unsuitable walking shoes.

Harald seemed to be an invisible but ever-present spirit who affected life in the village by his absence.

The job of the financial journalist was to examine the sharks who created interest crises and speculated away the savings of small investors, to scrutinize company boards with the same merciless zeal.

Vanger had been one of the really big fish in his day, with a reputation for being an honourable, old-fashioned patriarch who would not bend in a strong wind. A cornerstone of Swedish industry, one of the twenty-point stags of the old school, along with Matts Carlgren of MoDo and Hans Werthén at the old Electrolux.

People always have secrets. It’s just a matter of finding out what they are.

You mean that your buddy was lying?

Then Pastor Falk leaned towards him and whispered, 'I think she's a Catholic. She loves magic and has not yet found her God. She needs guidance.'The word 'Catholic' obviously had a negative connotation for Pastor Falk.'I thought she was interested in the Pentecostal movement?''No, no, no, not the Pentecostals. She's looking for the forbidden truth. She is not a good Christian.

Armageddon was yesterday - Today we have a serious problem.