The Girl Who Played With Fire

There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer, Salander thought.

“The theme of the May issue is the sex trade. The point we have to make is that trafficking is a crime against human rights and that these criminals must be exposed and treated like war criminals or death squads or torturers anywhere in the world. Now let's get going.”

You're an entropic chaos factor.


Those pointless equations, to which no solution exists, are called absurdities

A root of an equation is a number which substituted into the equation instead of an unknown converts the equation into an identity. The root is said to satisfy the equation. Solving an equation implies finding all of its roots. An equation that is always satisfied, no matter the choice of values for its unknowns, is called an identity.

There are no innocents. There are, however, different degrees of responsibility.

Salander had a selective morality. She had nothing at all against swindling the company's clients herself—provided they deserved it—but if she had accepted a job with a confidentiality agreement in it, she would never have broken it.

I said that friendship is built on two things—respect and trust. Even if you don't like me, you can still depend on me and trust me. I've never shared your secrets with anyone.

The reference to friendship made her uncomfortable. She didn't know how to respond to it.

“She's one fucking freaky chick . . . but she's one of the good ones. I like her.”

Salander was the woman who hated men who hate women.

She may be hard up, but she's a survivor.

“And if she spends the next ten years in prison, at least she was the one who chose that path. I'll still be her friend,” Palmgren said.
“I had no idea you had such a libertarian view of humanity.”
“Neither did I,” he said.