Martin Was Dafter Than A Syphilitic Polecat

Wennerström Was Devoting Himself To Fraud That Was So Extensive It Was No Longer Merely Criminal–it Was Business.

Her Voice Was As Rough As Sandpaper. As Long As Blomkvist Lived, He Would Never Forget Her Face As She Went On The Attack. Her Teeth Were Bared Like A Beast Of Prey. Her Eyes Were Glittering, Black As Coal. She Moved With The Lightning Speed Of A Tarantula And Seemed Totally Focus On Her Prey As She Swung The Club Again, Striking Martin In The Ribs.

She's Married. I'm More A Friend And Occasional Lover.

I Believe That Everyone Has It In Them To Kill Another Person. In Desperation, Or Hatred, Or At Least To Defend Themselves.

Salander Was The Woman Who Hated Men Who Hate Women.