Quotes from Robert Galbraith

Edie was a friend of mine and Mariam's,' said Preston Pierce in a low growl. 'Her murder isn't exciting fucking goss to us. Why don't you stop pretending you wanna learn drawing and go sniff around in the cemetery? Might still be a bit of Edie's blood on the grass. You could frame it. Sell it on eBay.

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

he was an evil, amoral bastard who told everyone he met he was an evil, amoral bastard and what happened? Women fell over themselves to get at him.

like the first had been

Where the fuck are you? There's no noise." "In Cornwall." For a moment, Strike expected Shanker to ask where that was. Shanker was almost impressively ignorant of the country that lay beyond London.

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime' (here) Mineko Iwasaki, Geisha of Gion: The True Story of Japan's Foremost Geisha, published by arrangement with Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 1st Floor, 222 Gray's Inn Road, London, WC1X 8HB. A CBS Company.

But none of us were ever quite the same afterward," said Dr. Gupta quietly. "One does not expect a friend to vanish into thin air without leaving a single trace behind them. There is something—uncanny about it.

Everyone wants a single, simple solution," he said, now finishing his last few chips. "One weird trick to lose belly fat. I've never clicked on it, but I understand the appeal.

everything started to look more sinister.

He had an odd double impression of being exactly where he belonged, and where he'd never belonged, of intense familiarity and of separateness.

Pretending you're OK when you aren't isn't strength.

He looked exactly what he was: a large ex-boxer who smoked too much and ate too much fast food.

In vanishing, Margot Bamborough had assumed in Strike's mind the insubstantiality of a wraith, as though it had always been predestined that she would one day disperse into the rainy dusk, never to return.

Robin felt a wave of liking simply for the way he looked.

We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack: Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly. We see the things we do not yearn to see Around us: and what see we glancing back? Christina Rossetti Later Life: A Double Sonnet of Sonnets

He'd also learned the value of concealing personal information, and of editing the stories you told about yourself, to avoid becoming entangled in other people's notions of who you must be.

And he wasn't the marrying kind. No matter the inconveniences, what he craved at the end of a working day was his private space, clean and ordered, organised exactly as he liked it, free of emotional storms, from guilt and recriminations, from demands to service Hallmark's idea of romance, from a life where someone else's happiness was his responsibility.

And," he continued, "thanks for everything you've done this week." "It's my job," said Robin lightly. "If I could afford a secretary…but I expect you'll end up pulling down a serious salary as some fat cat's PA.

I am so well acquainted with despair, I know not how to hope… Thomas Dekker and Thomas Middleton, The Honest Whore

Nothing else had seemed to encapsulate what he wanted to tell her, which was "look what we achieved together," "I couldn't have done it without you" and (if he was being totally honest with himself) "you look gorgeous in this, and I'd like you to know I thought so when I saw you in it.

I am unique and conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish.' Know who said that?" "Aleister Crowley," said Strike. "Unusual reading matter," said Creed, "for a decorated soldier in the British army." "Oh, we're all satanists on the sly," said Strike.

there was no romantic whisper of quiet woods or secret garden about them . . .

She raised a hand to her face purely for the purpose of hiding it. She felt suddenly and perilously close to tears.

dismissal—" "It weren't coz of tha'," said Holly.