Quotes from Robert Galbraith

As he passed a spectacular viaduct to his right, he though about psychopaths, and how they were to be found everywhere, not only in run-down tenements and slums and squats, but even here, in this place of serene beauty.

it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

Like foxes to a dustbin,

Yang bikin kelpek-klepek adalah lagak pujangga-teraniaya itu, omong kosong luka-batin, gaya genius-yang-tersiksa itu. …

So, the Accountant thinks Cuckoo might've been killed?

Everyday things became so strange, when you were waiting for something dreadful to happen. Her heart was pounding fast.

One of the children hanging about Pointed at the whole dreadful heap and smiled… There is something terrible about a child. Charlotte Mew In Nunhead Cemetery

This house had a small front garden, black railings and a lawn in need of mowing. Two white front doors had been crammed together side by side, showing that the three-story building had been converted into upper and lower flats. A girl called Robin Ellacott lived on the ground floor. Though he had made it his business to find out her real name, inside his own head he called her The Secretary. He had just seen her pass in front of the bow window, easily recognizable because of her bright hair.

But Margot romanticized uprisings of people in distant lands. She didn't judge brown rapists and torturers by the same standards she would have applied to white men who drowned children for being the wrong religion. She believed, I think, like Suhrawardy, that 'bloodshed and disorder are not necessarily evil in themselves, if resorted to for a noble cause.

Strike could hear his own heart beating with ominous force, like a kettle drum deep inside a cave. Red-hot threads of panic and dread darted through him.

Strike had come to know well: a preoccupation with immigrants overbreeding, white men being marginalised, the policing of thought and speech, and the narcissism, greed and vapidity of women.

She and I aren't each other's favorite people.

she somehow felt that she and Strike were pointlessly searching rockpools, while yards away the great white slid away, untouchable, into dark water.

She was a great improver of people, Margot—whether they wished to be improved or not,

Am I evil? . . . I used to think I couldn't be, because you loved me

Lucky is he who has been able to understand the causes of things

Judging by the lopsided way she was hunched, with one hand buried deep under the lapel of her coat, Strike deduced that he had saved her by grabbing a substantial part of her left breast.

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. He

I thought you'd come back I thought you'd stop me marrying him I didn't think you'd let me do it

abduct Peggy Hiskett, he wasn't the Essex Butcher,

Very good-looking, if you like them coke-thin.

Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek, Hurrying with many meanings, or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart.

Robin's personal experience of the wilder shores of sexual adventurousness was non-existent. She'd only ever had one sexual partner and had reasons beyond the usual for wishing to trust the person with whom she went to bed.

He drank it sitting in Robin's chair, and ate half a packet of digestives,