Quotes from Robert Galbraith

a last plea to the adult world, to do what grown-ups were meant to do, and impose order on chaos, substitute sanity for brutality

her beauty got in the way, like a thick cobweb through which it was difficult to see her clearly.

the time he spent on Saturday morning, crafting a response to Al's latest text message on the subject. He finally chose brevity over further argument: Haven't changed my mind, but no hard feelings or bitterness this end. Hope all goes well & let's get a beer when you're next in town.

something he wanted to eat that might also plausibly support weight loss.

Nam in omni adversitate fortunae infelicissimum est genus infortunii, fuisse felicem. For in every ill-turn of fortune the most unhappy sort of unfortunate man is the one who has been happy. Boethius, De Consolatione Philosophiae

It was no good waiting for anyone else to save me. I had to save me.

This was the hour when he found London most lovable; the working day over, her pub windows were warm and jewel-like, her streets thrummed with life, and the indefatigable permanence of her aged buildings, softened by the street lights, became strangely reassuring.

Just wondered if you were up for a pint. Could bring your Robin along, so Penny's got someone to talk to. Unless, I dunno, the fucking Queen's got a job for you." "Well, she has, but I told her the waiting list's full.

Except . . . she remembered how much pleasure it had given her to see him sitting in Notes Café, after a week's absence, and how happy she was, no matter the circumstances, to see Strike's name light up her phone.

While he took care never to let her see him, Strike doubted that her hollow eyes would retain much of an impression even if he had moved into plain view. They had become shuttered, full of inner darkness, no longer taking in the outside world.

Na ja, bei ihm heißt Chard 'Phallus Impudicus', und ..." [...] "Er heißt 'unzüchtiger Pimmel'?

She couldn't understand a vocation. Some people can't; at best, work's about status and paychecks for them, it hasn't got value in itself.

Over time, he'd come to understand that in some dark corner of his mind, he'd been dreading and half-expecting the news. The ax had fallen at last, suspense was forever over . . .

Jesus fucking Christ," said Strike, "is he mentally ill? Of course he is," he answered himself immediately. "Of course he's mentally ill. He wants to cut his fucking leg off. Jesus fucking Christ.

Por qué dolía tanto recordar la inocencia de la infancia cuando una se hacía mayor?

The More People I Meet, The More I Like My Dog.

The postman handed over a stack of letters, along with a box with a clear cellophane window, through which Robin saw a life-size and very realistic plastic fetus. The legend across the top read: It Is Legal To Murder Me. "Oh God, that's horrible," said Robin.

there's one thing I 'ate, it's treating people diff'rent because of where they were born.

When Ed found out I was seein' Kea again, everyfing turned to shit between us. We couldn' talk wivvout tellin' each other 'ow much of a fuckin' bastard we fort the ovver one was…

She could hear Sarah's laugh from the kitchen, even over Coldplay and Rihanna, who were now belting out 'Princess of China' from Matthew's iPod.

Many happy returns, love Robin x

If you need a reason to keep going right now, you should hold onto the fact that you're going to be the star witness at this fucker's trial, and if you need a reason to live beyond that, you ought to remember that you were the one Edie called when she believed she was facing death, because she still trusted you with the thing that mattered to her more than anything else.

Her insistence on the smooth passing of counterfeit social coin from hand to hand, while uncomfortable truths were ignored and denied, wore him out.

Parky, isn't it?" Strike said to the frowning constable and her companion as he and Robin walked back past them.