Quotes About Robert Galbraith

She supposed it had been a forlorn hope, but it was something she was very keen to know.

I can quite understand your having a horror of public meetings and… of the rabble that frequents them. Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

She hung up. Strike's dominant emotion was relief.

Mostly Strike was savoring the pleasure it had given him to hear Robin return his declaration of affection.

Churches are good cover for killers,' said Strike. 'Sex offenders, too.

I am unique and conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish.' Know who said that?" "Aleister Crowley," said Strike. "Unusual reading matter," said Creed, "for a decorated soldier in the British army." "Oh, we're all satanists on the sly," said Strike.

pack and the pack to her bedside drawer. As she stood and picked up

He'd been cossetted and wrapped up in cotton wool all his life by his mother, who was a horror .

Was that at the root of her antipathy? An assumption that newsworthiness meant invulnerability?

a curious-looking man, whose ascetic features of pinched nose and black brows were enclosed by rolls of fat around chin and neck, as though a puritan had been engulfed by the body of a jolly squire.

David Shelley, mi incomparable editor, seguidor incondicional y un INFJ,3 como yo.

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.

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

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.

She'd washed her hands in the bathroom, but they were still damp, because she'd been in such a hurry to get back to Strike.

Staring down at his napkin, he resembled a scruffy heron. Tempest,

He supposed you didn't remain as slim as Madeline without eating sparingly, but a starvation diet wasn't really his style, even if he could stand to lose a bit of weight.

What was there in that peculiar little cartoon that could so offend and enrage that the creators would be deemed worthy of assassination?