Quotes from Robert Galbraith

How could the death of someone you had never met affect you so?

The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.

How easy it was to capitalize on a person's own bent for self-destruction; how simple to nudge them into non-being, then to stand back and shrug and agree that it had been the inevitable result of a chaotic, catastrophic life.

The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them.

writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who will glory in your every failure, write novels.

When you are young, and beautiful, you can be very cruel.

We don't love each other; we love the idea we have of each other. Very few humans understand this or can bear to contemplate it. They have blind faith in their own powers of creation. All love, ultimately, is self-love.

You could find beauty nearly anywhere if you stopped to look for it, but the battle to get through the days made it easy to forget that this totally cost-free luxury existed.

Humans often assumed symmetry and equality where none existed.

There are always loose ends in real life.

You know, there's pride, and then there's stupidity

It's that wounded-poet crap, that soul-pain shit, that too-much-of-a-tortured-genius-to-wash bollocks. Brush your teeth, you little bastard. You're not fucking Byron.

He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.

Strike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people's traumatised memories;

We need readers," muttered Daniel Chard. "More readers. Fewer writers.

There's people who'd expect you to take a bullet for them and they don't bother rememb'ring yuh name.

cheer the fuck up and eat your burger.

In the inverted food chain of fame, it was the big beasts who were stalked and hunted

Though they spent so much time trying to make themselves beautiful, you were not supposed to admit to women that beauty mattered.

You are not writing properly unless someone is bleeding, probably you.

Ridiculous," he said breathlessly. "You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing.

Like most writers, I tend to find out what I feel on a subject by writing about it. It is how we interpret the world, how we make sense of it.

Couples tended to be of roughly equivalent personal attractiveness, though of course factors such as money often seemed to secure a partner of significantly better looks than oneself.

I do," said Robin in a ringing voice, looking straight into the eyes, not of her stony-faced new husband, but of the battered and bloodied man who had just sent her flowers crashing to the floor.