Quotes from Robert Galbraith

She has an enviable capacity for enjoying the familiar.

So whenas fortune all her spite hath shown, Some blissful hours at last must needs appear; Else would afflicted wights oft-times despair . . .

The drugged, drunk, long-haired and beautiful Josh Blay would have been precisely the kind of young man Leda found most attractive; another reason for Strike's usual antipathy for the type.

Lately he, too, had had moods where the sound of other people's cheerfulness grated . . .

Now she hesitated, wondering whether she dare do what she wanted . . . but surely, if they were best friends, it was all right?

Well, that's the upper classes for you," said Strike. "By all means throttle their kids, but don't touch their horses.

Es esa mierda del poeta herido, del dolor del alma, las gilipolleces de soy un genio demasiado torturado como para poder lavarme. Lávate los dientes, cabrón. No eres el puto Byron

We had a row about it, actually. She claimed Drek had nothing to do with Jewish people, that he was a kind of chaotic demon and she'd been inspired by a plague doctor's mask, but I mean, we all need to examine our unconscious biases, right?

but somehow, with the wind and rain whipping around them, an air of the confessional had descended upon the house.

Vext the dim sea: I am become a name…

But I can guarantee you this: he'll get more revenue than us over my dead body. If you knew what I know, you'd agree it's bloody disgusting that Blay's trying to use Edie as a bargaining tool.

Your mother," he said, in a deep Borders accent, "was a fucking whore." Strike laughed. "Maybe so," he said, bleeding and smoking in the darkness as the sirens grew louder, "but she loved me, Donnie. I heard yours didn't give a shit about you, little policeman's bastard that you were.

She felt as though she'd suddenly been transported from the distant past into a brash and indifferent present.

Except that, almost against his will, he did care about Robin.

Her new boss seemed to be a person of many names.

I don't need to know her. I know her type. Rich girls spending their ugly husbands' money. They come to my shows. They want to be my friend. Gimme an honest hooker any day.

In a family there is always something or other going awry…

I wanted to leave myself . . . but I was paralyzed. I had this really strange feeling that, if I just stayed there, the world would right itself. Margot would come back.

young Icelandic woman had tweeted at a member of the Brotherhood, pleading with him not to appropriate a symbol that had nothing whatsoever to do with white supremacy. His response had been to call her a n*****-loving cunt.

BUNSEN!" shouted Shanker excitedly, making Strike jump.

men's crimes are always ours in the final analysis, aren't they, Mr Strike? Ultimate responsibility always lies with the woman, who should have stopped it, who should have acted, who must have known. Your failings are really our failings, aren't they? Because the proper role of the woman is carer,

In Strike's opinion, the logo resembled shards of fluorescent glass randomly thrown together and he was equally unenamored of the official mascots, which looked to him like a pair of cycloptic molars.

Thanks are also due to the two policewomen who didn't arrest me for taking photographs of the perimeter of a nuclear facility in Barrow-in-Furness. To all the lyricists who have

three models. They were a breed apart, with faces and bodies in rare proportions that fell precisely between the categories of strange and impressive.