No, I Don't Believe In God, But

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.

Friendship Is Probably The Most Common Form Of Love.

Armageddon Was Yesterday, Today We Have A Serious Problem.

Salander Was Afraid Of No-one And Nothing. She Realized That She Lacked The Necessary Imagination - And That Was Evidence Enough That There Was Something Wrong With Her Brain.

Friendship- My Definition- Is Built On Two Things. Respect And Trust. Both Elements Have To Be There. And It Has To Be Mutual. You Can Have Respect For Someone, But If You Don't Have Trust, The Friendship Will Crumble.