Quotes from Robert Galbraith

Her hair stood back on either side A face bereft of loveliness. It had no envy now to hide What once no man on earth could guess. It formed the thorny aureole Of hard unsanctified distress. Mary Elizabeth Coleridge The Other Side of a Mirror

E's always wanted to live the way 'e does – do art, live in a commune, polyamorous…'e an' Mariam 'ave got an open relationship. Nils sleeps with Freyja, anuvver woman at Norf Grove, sometimes. 'Er partner seems OK with it…

I am not going to let myself be beaten to the ground by the dread of what may happen. Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

his love of privacy extended to a respect for other people's boundaries.

but each of those negative images represented a human whose heart had once beaten, whose ambitions and opinions, triumphs and disappointments had been as real Margot Bamborough's...

Strike set out for his office beneath a sky of dirty silver,

You're the best I've got.

in a prosperous country, in peacetime – notwithstanding those heavy blows of fate to which nobody was immune, and those strokes of unearned luck of which Inigo, the inheritor of wealth, had clearly benefited – character was the most powerful determinant of life's course. 'Did

The older Strike got, the more he'd come to believe that in a prosperous country, in peacetime – notwithstanding those heavy blows of fate to which nobody was immune, and those strokes of unearned luck of which Inigo, the inheritor of wealth, had clearly benefited – character was the most powerful determinant of life's course.

Robin and Matthew had just two months to go before the wedding. There was still time.

TAXI! TAXI!" Strike bellowed and it turned, heading towards him, just as Robin's voice spoke in his ear, gasping. "Are… you there?" "JESUS CHRIST! WHAT'S HAPPENED?" "Stop… shouting…" With enormous difficulty he modulated his volume.

the safest way of ensuring that secret information did not leak was not to tell anybody about it.

she was on the telephone, wearing that expression of disinterested attentiveness that betokens a person on hold.

with his old pal Christopher sliding his hand between young men's legs at the office. Turns out it's serious stuff when some hairy old convict tries it, but harmless frolics for public schoolboys.

Robin was standing there in her trench coat, her face pink, long red-gold hair loose, tousled and gilded in the early sunlight streaming through the window. Just then, Strike found her beautiful.

Did her faint eccentricity of manner mask something more serious, some fundamental cognitive problem?

Jacobean revenge tragedies,

They walked fifty yards in silence, and Strike had lit up a cigarette before he said: "Very, very impressive." Robin glowed with pride.

She hadn't needed her own lawyer to point out that Matthew appeared to be trying to force her to spend money she didn't have on legal wrangling, to run down the clock and her resources until she walked away with as close to nothing as he could manage.

The squashy earth-colored sofas, the tall cups of American froth, the wholesome young people working with quiet efficiency

Why were you born when the snow was falling?

He liked Robin; he was grateful to her; he was even (after this morning) impressed by her; but, having normal sight and an unimpaired libido, he was also reminded every day she bent over the computer monitor that she was a very sexy girl.

I've got a job," Max told Robin, muting the TV. Two champagne glasses and a bottle were sitting on the coffee table in front of him. "Second lead, new drama, BBC One. Have a drink." "Max, that's fantastic!" said Robin, thrilled for him.

Where was her red line?