Zalachenko...you're Just An Ordinary Asshole Who Hates

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.

Writing Detective Stories Is About Writing Light Literature, For Entertainment. It Isn't Primarily A Question Of Writing Propaganda Or Classical Literature.

It Was Troubling That One Of The Few People She Trusted Was A Man She Spent So Much Time Avoiding

History Is Reticent About Women Who Were Common Soldiers, Who Bore Arms, Belonged To Regiments, And Took Part In Battles On The Same Terms As Men, Though Hardly A War Has Been Waged Without Women Soldiers In The Ranks.

I Believe That Everyone Has It In Them To Kill Another Person. In Desperation, Or Hatred, Or At Least To Defend Themselves.