Martin Was Dafter Than A Syphilitic Polecat

But She Wished She Had Had The Guts To Go Up To Him And Say Hello. Or Possibly Break His Legs, She Wasn't Sure Which.

She Wondered What She Thought Of Herself, And Came To The Realization That She Felt Mostly Indifference Towards Her Entire Life.

I Don't Know If I Want A Steady Relationship, But I'm Terrified Of Losing You.

Writing Detective Stories Is About Writing Light Literature, For Entertainment. It Isn't Primarily A Question Of Writing Propaganda Or Classical Literature.

The Stock Exchange Is Something Very Different. There Is No Economy And No Production Of Goods And Services. There Are Only Fantasies In Which People From One Hour To The Next Decide That This Or That Company Is Worth So Many Billions, More Or Less. It Doesn't Have A Thing To Do With Reality Or With The Swedish Economy.