Quotes from Robert Galbraith

His father's a raging alcoholic and his friends – well, people of that age, they're all scared of what's happened, I think. Anyway, the doctors want him kept quiet just now.

Le hemos ofrecido una falsa impresión del desenfreno del proletariado

If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who will glory in your every failure, write novels.

Strike, meanwhile, had seen just enough of Robin to be shocked by her appearance. He had never seen her face so pale, nor her eyes so puffy and bloodshot. Even as he sat down at his desk, eager to hear what information on Whittaker Shanker had brought to his office, the thought crossed his mind: What's the bastard done to her? And for a fraction of a second, before fixing all his attention on Shanker, Strike imagined punching Matthew and enjoying it.

Strike wondered whether Yasmin had lived in a virtual world of anonymous people for so long that probability and plausibility had fled from her reasoning processes.

becos he fucks with people's heads. He's a control freak. he doesn't like anyone having relationships that don't involve him. Either you're a suck up like Hartella or you end up getting kicked out. Ive only lasted this long because he needs me

What makes people do things like that?" Robin asked, in genuine perplexity. "They're shits," said Strike.

Strike se dio cuenta de que estaba asistiendo a una crisis unilateral

selecting four-figure bags of alligator skin with a pleasureless determination to get their money's worth out of their loveless marriages.

but I've lost count of the number of times things like that happen to me.

Everyone in the group apart from Strike began to talk at once, but Waldegrave's voice carried over the others' and the women fell silent with the instinctive courtesy women often show to incapacitated males.

I genuinely examine every new project from that standpoint. I ask myself, "What's this saying?" and also, "How could it be interpreted?" "Are there groups that might be harmed by this play?" – or production or whatever. "Does it deal in stereotypes or harmful tropes?

you're exceptional, aren't you?

Somé parecia ter sido empalhado em ébano macio por um mestre que se entendiou da própria maestria e começou a tender ao grotesco.

They were separated by infinite disparities, by the lotteries of birth and chance, by faults of judgment and lucky breaks.

in days and he was too late to pick up the trail at her home station. The best he could do was to lurk around the

You could forgive Brenner a lot, once you saw what 'e'd witnessed, what 'e'd been through . . . but that's true of everyone really, innit? Once you know, ev'rything's explained. It's a shame you often don't know until it's too late . . .

She was tired and miserable and she was saying someone else wanted me, once .

the Bamboroughs were not-enough-to-eat poor.

There might still be copies in existence if they got as far as printing them. He could've given some away. Review copies and the like." "I'm already on it," said Robin. "I've emailed a few different second-hand book places." This wasn't the first time she had found herself doing something for the agency that made her feel grubby.

Britain. Bombarded with the story, you grew interested against your will, and before you knew it, you were so well informed, so opinionated about the facts of the case, you would have been unfit to sit on a jury.

Why complicate your life when it did not need complicating, when you had a choice?

you want your civil liberties when you've told the missus you're at the office and you're at a lap-dancing club, but you want twenty-four-hour surveillance on your house when someone's trying to force your bathroom window open. Can't have it both ways.

He had slept badly. Nillness, that was where Luna Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother… sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.