Quotes from Robert Galbraith

I was in therapy for a bit. Now I do CBT exercises." "Do you, though?" Strike asked mildly. "Because I bought vegetarian bacon a week ago, but it's not making me any healthier, just sitting there in the fridge.

I choose to steal what you choose to show And you know I will not apologize— You're mine for the taking. I'm making a career of evil… Blue Öyster Cult, "Career of Evil" Lyrics by Patti Smith

There's nothing of so infinite vexation As man's own thoughts. John Webster, The White Devil

But he was her best friend. This admission, held at bay for so long, caused an almost painful twist in Robin's heart, not least because she knew it would be impossible ever to tell Strike so.

Man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.

Thanks for the balloon donkey. Perfect timing. My old one's nearly deflated. She received an answer sixty seconds later. Great. I was worried it was so obvious, everybody would've got you one. See you at 5. Light-hearted now, Robin drank tea, ate her toast and returned downstairs to open her family's presents.

Psychology's loss," said Strike, "is private detection's gain.

Lucky" was what people who couldn't bear to contemplate horrors needed to hear maimed and terrorized survivors call themselves.

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. Her

They don't disappear, the dead. It'd be easier if they did. I can see her so clearly. If she walked up those steps now, part of me wouldn't be surprised. She was such a vivid person.

Matthew kept hinting that Strike was somehow a fake. He seemed to feel that being a private detective was a far-fetched job, like astronaut or lion tamer; that real people did not do such things.

She looked away from him, drawing hard on her Rothman's; when her mouth puckered into hard little lines around the cigarette, it looked like a cat's anus.

If I've taken you for granted," said Strike, "I'm sorry. You're the best I've got." "Oh, for fuck's sake, Strike," said Robin, abandoning the pretense that she wasn't crying as she snorted back tears.

Strike felt abnormally huge and hairy; a woolly mammoth attempting to blend in among capuchin monkeys.

Hesitation was fatal. Choose.

I believe two different kinds of will can exist at the same time in one person. Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

With a twist in his chest, and in spite of his satisfaction at having done what he'd set out to do, he wished he could have called Joan, and told her the end of Margot Bamborough's story, and heard her say she was proud of him, one last time.

The roses, which were for Joan, were also for him: they said, you won't be alone, you have something you've built, and all right, it might not be a family, but there are still people who care about you waiting in London. Strike told himself 'people,' because there were five names on the card, but he turned away thinking only of Robin.

I think marriage is nearly always an unfathomable entity, even to the people inside it. It took this… all of this mess… to make me realize I can't go on. I don't really know when I stopped loving him,

In a way, an explanation had never been the point. She had simply liked being the only one who wanted to find out the truth.

Kairos moment. An' it means," and from somewhere in his soused brain he dredged up words of surprising clarity, "the telling moment. The special moment. The supreme moment.

Strike looked down at his own plate: where there should have been chips, there was only salad.

He was well aware that he hadn't told Polworth the whole truth about his relationship with Robin Ellacott, which, after all, was nobody else's business. The truth was that his feelings contained nuances and complications that he preferred not to examine. For instance, he had a tendency, when alone, bored, or low-spirited, to want to hear her voice.

Skirting the rubble and wreckage of the street at the foot of Center Point, he marched past a gigantic gold statue of Freddie Mercury that stood over the entrance of the Dominion Theatre across the road, head bowed, one fist raised in the air, like some pagan god of chaos.