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

Always Retain The Ability To Walk Away, Without Sentimentality, From A Situation That Felt Unmanageable. That Was A Basic Rule Of Survival. Don't Lift A Finger For A Lost Cause.

It Was Completely Impossible To Box With Her. She Had Only One Style, Which We Called Terminator Mode. She Would Try To Nail Her Opponent, And It Didn’t Matter If It Was Just A Warm-up Of Friendly Sparring.

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

Salander Was Afraid Of No-one And Nothing. She Realized That She Lacked The Necessary Imagination - And That Was Evidence Enough That There Was Something Wrong With Her Brain.

She Had Been Sharing A House With Him For A Week, And He Had Not Once Flirted With Her. He Had Worked With Her, Asked Her Opinion, Slapped Her On The Knuckles Figuratively Speaking When She Was On The Wrong Track, And Acknowledged That She Was Right When She Corrected Him. Dammit, He Had Treated Her Like A Human Being.