Quotes from Robert Galbraith

Strike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people's traumatized memories; he had made himself the confidant of thugs; he had bullied the terrified, baited the dangerous and laid traps for the cunning.

Strike, who had been raised by a mother who listened mainly to metal bands, knew very little about classical music, but there was a looming, ominous quality about this music that he didn't particularly care for.

Si te parabas a buscarla, podías encontrar belleza casi en cualquier parte; sin embargo, muchas veces, la batalla para llegar al final de cada jornada te hacía olvidar que existía ese lujo, y que era gratis

Doesn't anyone ever call you that, among all your many nicknames?' she wondered as they walked back through to the hall. 'Call me what?' '"Lightning" Strike?

He was a rich white Conservative male, Mr. Strike, and he felt the corridors of power were best populated exclusively by rich white Conservative males. He sought, in everything, to restore a status quo he remembered in his youth. In pursuit of that objective, he was frequently unprincipled and certainly hypocritical.

He'd always been a bad loser. He had to emerge from this embarrassingly short marriage the winner, by walking away with all the money, and stigmatizing Robin as the sole reason for its failure.

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

He left Della sitting in the darkness, a little drunk, with nothing else for company but the picture of the dead daughter she had never seen. Closing the front door, Strike couldn't remember the last time he had felt such a strange mixture of admiration, sympathy and suspicion.

Strike missed the absence of an overriding objective, in pursuit of which he could shelve his sadness; missed the imperative to dismiss pain and distress in the service of something greater, which had sustained him in the military.

Yet he liked her face. He liked her voice. He liked being around her.

Why the fuck had she put that ring back on? Hadn't she tasted freedom on that drive up to Barrow, which Strike looked back on with a fondness that discomposed him? She's making a fucking huge mistake, that's all. That was all. It wasn't personal. Whether she was engaged, married or single, nothing could or ever would come of the weakness he was forced to acknowledge that he had developed.

You think he had it in him to kill her, do you?" "Of course I do," said Somé dismissively. "Of course he has. All of us have got it in us, somewhere, to kill.

After a short pause, she said, "I don't think I'll be here for my next birthday, Corm." The words hit him like a punch in the diaphragm. "Don't say that." "If I can't say it to you, who can I say it to?

Then came the Autumne all in yellow clad…

Erudite, for a woman who confuses "you're" and "your" and goes in for random capitalisation.' 'We can't all be literary geniuses,' said Robin reproachfully. 'Thank Christ for that, from all I'm hearing about them.

Monday-morning faces: sagging, gaunt, braced, resigned.

Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous. Lucius Accius, Telephus

They heard each other only by accident, in brief pauses for breath, each of them howling their resentment and pain across the room like flaming spears that burned into dust before touching their target.

The detective seemed to remember reading that advertisers used Scottish accents to suggest integrity and honesty. The

She was black, too, or rather, a delicious shade of café au lait, and this, we were constantly told, represented progression an industry concerned merely with surfaces. (I am dubious: could it not be that, this season, café au lait was the 'in' shade? Have we seen a sudden influx of black women into the industry in Landry's wake? Have our notions of female beauty been revolutionised by her success? Are black Barbies now out-selling white?)

we tend to sort each other and ourselves into groupings, and that usually leads to an overestimation of similarities between members of a group, and an underestimation of the similarities between insiders and outsiders.

he had an innate dislike of scheduled celebration and forced jollity, and of all inane practices, having 'Happy Birthday' sung to him was one of his least favourites

How many more burdens was he supposed to bear? Had he not paid enough, given enough, sacrificed enough—loved enough?

My fees are negotiable,' said Strike, 'if I like the client.' He followed Leonora Quine into his office and closed the door behind him with a snap.