Quotes from Robert Galbraith

I can quite understand your having a horror of public meetings and… of the rabble that frequents them. Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

Let's go, Cormoran," said Robin. She took his arm, and to her great relief and surprise he came along meekly. It reminded her of leading the enormous Clydesdale her uncle had kept on his farm.

Friends of friends had offered everything from management roles in the close protection industry to business partnerships, but the itch to detect, solve, and reimpose order on the moral universe could not be extinguished in him. He doubted it ever would be.

Wisps of her dreams still clung about her . . .

Not for the first time, he consoled himself that his hair looked the same whether brushed or unbrushed.

She hung up. Strike's dominant emotion was relief.

No matter how many famous people were convicted of rape or murder, still the belief persisted, almost pagan in its intensity: not him. It couldn't be him. He's famous.

qualified occupational therapist,

There were several pictures of Lula with Evan Duffield, a few of them clearly taken by one or other of the pair themselves, holding the camera at arm's length, both of them apparently stoned or drunk.

Landry case and—Jesus—didn't someone just send you a

Was she to spend every holiday, for the rest of her life, wondering whether she was in love with Cormoran Strike?

If you're going to treat me like some piece of special-occasion china that gets taken out when you don't think I'll get hurt, we're—we're doomed.

Izzy had displayed the persistent adhesiveness of a teasel.

There was, she noticed, a fragment of frozen pea caught in the setting of her engagement ring.

It was far from the first time he'd encountered the tendency to believe the dead would have wanted whatever was most convenient to the living.

Nothing eaten on a car journey counts, any competent dietician will tell you that.

am not going to let myself be beaten to the ground by the dread of what may happen.

We used to laugh till we cried. I've never laughed like that since.

Mostly Strike was savoring the pleasure it had given him to hear Robin return his declaration of affection.

Her bloodshot eyes squinted at nothing; she seemed momentarily mesmerised, lost in contemplation of sums so vast and dazzling that they were beyond her ken, like an image of infinity. Merely to speak of them was to taste the power of money, to roll dreams of wealth around her mouth.

But he knew no other way; it was part of a short but inflexible personal code of ethics that he had carried with him all his adult life: do the job and do it well.

Her antipathy towards Strike seemed to have evaporated. He was not surprised; he had met the phenomenon many times. People liked to talk; there were very few exceptions; the question was how you made them do it. Some, and Ursula was evidently one of them, were amenable to alcohol; others liked a spotlight; and then there were those who merely needed proximity to another conscious human being.

Those who live by the mob must be prepared to die by the mob.

Don't turn your back, don't show your profile, You'll never know when it's your turn to go.