Character: Lisbeth Salander

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

He never gets anything. She would never admit that he awakened in her a feeling, never give him the satisfaction! She canceled the document and blankly stared at a blank screen. But he didn't deserve total silence on her part. He, like the steadfast tin soldier, faithfully remained in her corner of the ring. She created a new document and wrote just one line:
"Thank you for what you were my friend."

Casting a critical eye bare walls, she thought she had to buy posters or paintings or something like that. Normal people are supposed to hung on the walls such things. Would be nice and a pot of flowers.

He turned her into a little dot on the horizon, a little annoying detail of the surrounding world. In life there were other things that worried her far more. But she suddenly thought how nice it would be to approach him and speak. And maybe break his bones. What she wanted more, she didn't know.

... she mentally reminded herself that she decided never again to anyone too much not to get attached, otherwise for someone it might end a grudge.

She kicked him out of their lives as effectively as if erased file from your computer, without going into any explanation.

One morning on the second day of Christmas she made a horrible discovery. She did not understand how it happened and how will she be able to deal with it. For the first time in my twenty five years of life, she fell in love.

Lisbeth learned early that tears do not help anything. She also realized that every attempt to draw someone's attention to the circumstances of her life only aggravates the situation. Consequently, she had to deal with their problems, using the methods that she considered necessary.

Every action has consequences.

In this case, you will probably be curious to know that I also have principles, playing the role of my own ethics Commission. I call them "principles Salander". For me, the scoundrel, always a scoundrel, and if I can hurt him, about him digging up shit, he only deserves to be. I just carry out retribution.

Mysteries people have always. You just need to find out what it was.

The people choose who they become.

Rash actions lead to complications, and complications can have unpleasant consequences.

There are no innocents. There are only different degrees of responsibility.