There Were Not So Many Physical Threats

I Started To Write In 2001. I Wrote The Books For The Fun Of It. It Was An Old Idea I Had Had Since The Nineties.

Salander Leaned Back Against The Pillow And Followed The Conversation With A Smile. She Wondered Why She, Who Had Such Difficulty Talking About Herself With People Of Flesh And Blood, Could Blithely Reveal Her Most Intimate Secrets To A Bunch Of Completely Unknown Freaks On The Internet.

No, I Don't Believe In God, But I Respect The Fact That You Do. Everyone Has To Have Something To Believe In.

No Matter How Hard She Tried To Concentrate On Something Else, To Pass The Time And To Distract Her From The Situation She Was In, The Fear Came Trickling Out. It Hovered Like A Cloud Of Gas Around Her, Threatening To Penetrate Her Pores And Poison Her.

There Are No Innocents. There Are, However, Different Degrees Of Responsibility.