Quotes from Robert Galbraith

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake… Emily Dickinson XIX: A Snake

Even in an uninjured state Strike tended to intimidate, given that he was large, dark, naturally surly-looking and sported a boxer's profile.

difficile est longum subito deponere amoren, v difficile est, uerum hoc qua lubet efficias… … it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

Life in squats with my mother hadn't really prepared me for what to expect from the aristocracy. On balance, I'd have to say people were a lot better behaved in the squats.

His size, to which was added the offense of a backpack, caused unexpressed disgruntlement in those commuters forced to share the space with him, but Strike barely noticed.

Tylko ?e ju? próbowali, a potem znowu, znowu i znowu. Po jakim? czasie pierwsza pot??na fala wzajemnej t?sknoty cofa?a si? i zawsze ods?ania?a paskudny wrak przesz?o?ci, którego mroczny cie? k?ad? si? na wszystkim, co usi?owali odbudowa?.

She couldn't help but feel a certain vicarious embarrassment.

Would I call myself English?' he mused aloud. 'No, I'd probably say British.

A vast unfocused rage rose in her, against men who considered displays of emotion a delicious open door

Owen liked me," Waldegrave told Strike. "Oh yeah. I knew how to handle him. Stoke that man's vanity and you could get him to do anything you wanted. Half an hour's praise before you asked him to change anything in a manuscript. 'Nother half hour's praise before you asked him to make another change. Only way.

Some people need to be needed . . .

Jesus,' said Robin, hurrying over to them, and finding nothing else to say she repeated, 'Jesus!' 'He was definitely on our side an hour ago,' said Strike.

A vast unfocused rage rose in her, against men who considered displays of emotion a delicious open door; men who ogled your breasts under the pretense of scanning the wine shelves; men for whom your mere physical presence constituted a lubricious invitation.

A nadie le gusta aceptar que uno recoge lo que ha sembrado.

purely to get to you, do you?' said Strike. 'Your fucking ego… The only negative thing about her I could see was that she knew your fucking stepbrother.

Robin was laughing in the slightly grudging manner of a woman who is entertained, but who wishes, nevertheless, to make it clear that the goal is well defended.

He's got a tame psychiatrist ready to say I'm crazy and unstable, and he's hoping to get me certified drug-addled and promiscuous to boot. Ruining you will just be an extra bit of fun.' 'You told me you couldn't wait to leave your fucking kids while you were pregnant with them.

You can't just ignore me and cut me off and refuse all compromises. I can't live like this.

insouciance, he was edgy. Why didn't he ask why Strike was there? Or did

That's how the rich stay rich, ain't it? They didn' need it, but they didn' mind a bit more.

her activism had mostly taken the form of enthusiastic exhibitionism. Not for Leda the tedious toil of door-to-door canvassing, the difficult business of compromise, or the painstaking work structural change entailed. Never a deep or critical thinker, she'd been a sucker for what Strike thought of as intellectual charlatans.

They beamed at each other: for a moment, Robin thought she saw the idea of hugging her cross Strike's mind, but instead he held out his hand and shook hers.

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

One t'ing life's taught me: where there's no capacity for joy, there's no capacity for goodness,