Book: The girl who blew up castles in the air

If very well to someone to be treated is a manifestation of love, believe in love with several people.

- So all the rumors about you is just nonsense. Do you have a girlfriend?
- A constant no.
- So the rumors are true.

Lisbeth Salander gave him a long look, and decided that he's an idiot and the fact of its existence its not worthy of attention.

You obviously think I'm a guest who needs to entertain in all possible ways. In fact, I am not a guest. I'm a necessary evil, suddenly bursting into your life, even for a few days.

- You may move one of your friends?
Certainly. But not at half past seven in the evening, if I have in the back yard walking around a crazy killer.

- Holm is pretty pissed...
And I'm pretty mad at Holm, so that one balances the other.

Their meeting lasted for forty minutes, and he felt the strongest desire to reach out, grab lying on the table a copy of the laws of Sweden and the Prosecutor hit them on the head. He quietly pondered what would happen if he goes. It will definitely make a lot of noise this evening and will probably result in prosecution for causing bodily harm. And he rejected the idea. The main difference between the civilized man is to not to give in to such impulses, as if defiantly no behaved the opposite side.

In a normal situation, no solution is a hundred percent right or wrong.

Now Lisbeth was surprised that she was alive, but she did surprisingly little: in fact, she didn't care. If death is the black emptiness from which she had just emerged, there is nothing wrong in it. Much of a difference is not felt.

She usually dressed casually and seemingly tasteless - not trying to follow trends, but rather seeking to emphasize their individuality, as did Michael. Such a strong look Lisbeth Salander defending their personal territory. Michael himself always took the studs on her leather jacket as a protective mechanism similar to the needles of a hedgehog. She gave the environment a signal - don't try to pet me, will get hurt.

No compromises.

... she was fond of some mystery, but guessed it, immediately lost interest in her.

The tattoo was beautiful and professionally done and looked like a work of art.
After some time Lisbeth turned her head.
- Satisfied?
- Very nice. But it must have hurt like hell.
"Yes," she admitted. - It was painful.

Studying last night the story of the state security Service, Michael learned that the basis of any spyware is the misinformation.