Oppurtunity Makes The Thief

Candy Within Reach And Then I Have To Go On A Diet.

When This Is All Over I'm Going To Found An Association Called 'the Knights Of The Idiotic Table' And Its Purpose Will Be To Arrange An Annual Dinner Where We Tell Stories About Lisbeth Salander. You're All Members.

I Know What Kind Of Things I Myself Have Been Irritated By In Detective Stories. They Are Often About One Or Two Persons, But They Don't Describe Anything In The Society Outside.

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.

[her] Greatest Fear, Which Was So Huge And So Black That It Was Of Phobic Proportions, Was That People Would Laugh At Her Feelings.