Author of quotes: Robert Galbraith. Page 2

If the elections had to be prepared by the reduction of budget funds large-scale and painful; sometimes the leaders of political parties of his smarmy speeches reminded Strike of the surgeons - those who cautiously warned that he may experience some discomfort; those who will not go through the pain of preparing to do.

The dead can only speak by the mouths of living. And left on its own signs.

Nothing - now where did Lula Landry. And everything will be there, including him and Rachel. It happens that the disease step by step turns you into nothing... this is Exactly what happened with now with her mother Bristow. Sometimes, nothing is flying you to the meeting and a concrete slab splits the skull.

But in fact, it is human nature to perceive the symmetry and equality where there are none. Kind of like the same thing, and in fact - entirely different...

Children absorb the beliefs of adults at some deep, primitive level.

You see, the loved ones of suicide victims are often tormented by remorse. They believe, even unreasonably, if not done everything in their power to prevent the tragedy. A verdict of "homicide" could save the family from any problems, right?

Oddly enough, countless photos showing mysterious appearance of a top model, still did not help, and only prevented the Strike to believe that Landry once existed in reality. She had some pretty standard features, generalized, abstract, but the face was struck by the unique beauty. But now, in the office, these dry black marks on paper, a semi-literate texts with incomprehensible extraneous jokes and nicknames called before him the Ghost of the dead girl. Her messages Strike opened something that was not proven hundreds of her photos: he's more of a gut than the mind realized that then, on a snowy London street, died a real girl of flesh and blood who lived, laughed, cried. Turning the pages of the case, he hoped to find at least a shadow of the killer, but instead saw only the Ghost of the Lula staring at him - as sometimes happens with victims of violent crimes through the wreckage of broken lives.

He evoked disgust in the media, which praised addict Duffield. Heroin had nothing to do with glamor. Strike's mother died on a dirty mattress thrown in the corner, and six hours no one came to mind that she was dead.

On Wednesday it began to rain. London's bad weather, chilly and gray, exposed the impassive countenance of the ancient city: a pale figure beneath the black umbrellas, ineradicable smell of damp clothes, rhythmic clatter night jets at the window.

You, of all people, Strike want civil liberties, so as from his wife to a nightclub to run, but that your house was round the clock surveillance, and irregular hours, someone through the window of the toilet will climb.

The experience of the Strike knew that the "kettles" are always looking for who had motive, and a professional in the first place to figure out who had a convenient opportunity.

A hundred years after Emmeline Pankhurst, who fought for the rights of women, Mature women of a generation seeking only to be brought down to the level of a paper doll, a flat avatar whose publicized escapades hide such abuses and disorders, which pushed her head down from the fourth floor. The external effect is all: fashion designer Ki Some hastened to inform the press that Lula Landry jumped out of the window, in his gown and the entire collection was sold out the day after her death. Can you think of more effective advertising than a message that Lula Landry had gone to the Almighty in a dress of Some.

Our disproportionate interest, bordering on grief, that is quite understandable. Before Landry jumped off the balcony, thousands of women would give anything just to trade places with her. Even after her body was taken to the morgue, the weeping girls carrying flowers to the entrance of the house where Landry had a penthouse worth four and a half million pounds. Unless at least one aspiring model stopped in her pursuit of tabloid fame by the rise and brutal fall of Lula Landry?

Each new lie is woven into her being, into the fabric of her life, and therefore to be by her side, to love, to pursue truth and maintain his mind was becoming increasingly difficult. How did it happen that he, who from early youth have felt the need to investigate, to know for sure, to extract the truth from each puzzle without memory and without time fell in love with a woman who lied as easily as breathing?