Quotes About Robert Galbraith

He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.

Ridiculous," he said breathlessly. "You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing.

With the invention of the internet, any subliterate cretin can be Michiko Kakutani.

Like other inveterate womanizers Strike had encountered, Duffield's voice and mannerisms were slightly camp. Perhaps such men became feminized by prolonged immersion in women's company, or perhaps it was a way of disarming their quarry.

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

Experience had taught Strike that there was a certain type of woman to whom he was unusually attractive. Their common characteristics were intelligence and the flickering intensity of badly wired lamps.

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

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.

Yet Strike remained certain her flight to Ross had been self-immolation, done purely for spectacular effect, a Charlottian form of sati.

Manson had achieved it more successfully, because his myth would not fluctuate with fashion: evil was always fascinating.

so he sat smoking on the sofa with the lower trouser leg hanging empty towards the floor, lost in thought.

his love of privacy extended to a respect for other people's boundaries.

TAXI! TAXI!" Strike bellowed and it turned, heading towards him, just as Robin's voice spoke in his ear, gasping. "Are… you there?" "JESUS CHRIST! WHAT'S HAPPENED?" "Stop… shouting…" With enormous difficulty he modulated his volume.

Robin was standing there in her trench coat, her face pink, long red-gold hair loose, tousled and gilded in the early sunlight streaming through the window. Just then, Strike found her beautiful.

was very wealthy, something that Strike had not realised until the first night he had been permitted to come back to the marital home and found himself in a spacious, wood-floored apartment overlooking Regent's

Robin turned her iPad so that Strike could see it. He moved his chair in: Robin felt his knee bump hers.

But I can guarantee you this: he'll get more revenue than us over my dead body. If you knew what I know, you'd agree it's bloody disgusting that Blay's trying to use Edie as a bargaining tool.

This house had a small front garden, black railings and a lawn in need of mowing. Two white front doors had been crammed together side by side, showing that the three-story building had been converted into upper and lower flats. A girl called Robin Ellacott lived on the ground floor. Though he had made it his business to find out her real name, inside his own head he called her The Secretary. He had just seen her pass in front of the bow window, easily recognizable because of her bright hair.

Strike could hear his own heart beating with ominous force, like a kettle drum deep inside a cave. Red-hot threads of panic and dread darted through him.

He is strangely attractive, isn't he? Bit beaten-up-looking, but I've never minded that.

Rudeness isn't funny.' 'It bloody is,' said the first twin, to the raucous laughter of the second.

screwing his eyes up against his own smoke. A shaft of wintry sunlight burst through a break in the clouds and illuminated the

I was the bloody alternative, standing there, right in front of her!

but he brooked no jokes upon Cornish independence, a subject that for Strike had all the appeal of soft furnishings or train-spotting.