Robert Galbraith

“I am become a name.”

— Robert Galbraith

“Lightning doesn't strike twice.”

— Robert Galbraith

“Nutters love murder.”

— Robert Galbraith

“All love, ultimately, is self-love.”

— Robert Galbraith

“Do the job and do it well.”

— Robert Galbraith

“You know, there's pride, and then there's stupidity”

— Robert Galbraith

“No self-respecting blowfly wants to lay eggs in acid.”

— Robert Galbraith

“the walking stick, like a burqa, conferred protective status...”

— Robert Galbraith

“Instinct was clawing at him like an importuning dog.”

— Robert Galbraith

“Her new boss seemed to be a person of many names.”

— Robert Galbraith

“... cheer the fuck up and eat your burger.”

— Robert Galbraith

“Forever encased in the amber of a writer's prose.”

— Robert Galbraith

“You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing, Strike”

— Robert Galbraith

“[He] looked as thought he had been carved out of soft ebony by a master hand that had grown bored with its…

— Robert Galbraith

“when her mouth puckered into hard little lines around the cigarette, it looked like a cat’s anus.”

— Robert Galbraith

“Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.”

— Robert Galbraith

“She emanated that aura of grandeur that replaces sexual allure in the successful older woman.”

— Robert Galbraith

“A vast unfocused rage rose in her, against men who considered displays of emotion a delicious open door”

— Robert Galbraith

“In the inverted food chain of fame, it was the big beasts who were stalked and hunted”

— Robert Galbraith

“Women, in his experience, often expected you to understand that it was a measure of how much they loved you that they…

— Robert Galbraith

“began to read a piece on how a high street chain of stores had banned Cliff Richard’s Christmas songs.”

— Robert Galbraith

“Can I ask who you are, sir?" "Yeah, I expect so," said Strike, walking past him and ringing the doorbell. Anstis's dinner…

— Robert Galbraith

“You're like everyone else, Strike; you want your civil liberties when you've told the missus you're at the office and you're at…

— Robert Galbraith

“I’ve only got one leg.” “Don’t be silly…” “I’m not being silly…it got blown off in Afghanistan.” “Poor baby…” she whispered. “I’ll…

— Robert Galbraith

“Skirting the rubble and wreckage of the street at the foot of Center Point, he marched past a gigantic gold statue of…

— Robert Galbraith

“Im.’ The monosyllable was heavy with contempt. ‘’E’s a twat.’ ‘Is he?’ ‘Yeah, ’e is. Ask Kieran.’ She gave the impression that…

— Robert Galbraith

“Matthew kept hinting that Strike was somehow a fake. He seemed to feel that being a private detective was a far-fetched job,…

— Robert Galbraith

“Nam in omni adversitate fortunae infelicissimum est genus infortunii, fuisse felicem. For in every ill-turn of fortune the most unhappy sort of…

— Robert Galbraith

“Hard to remember these days that there was a time you had to wait for the ink and paper reviews to see…

— Robert Galbraith

“It was nearly eight before he returned to the office. This was the hour when he found London most lovable; the working…

— Robert Galbraith

“The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them. Strike…

— Robert Galbraith

“Robin caught the door before it closed on the dingy stairwell. An old-fashioned metal staircase spiraled up around an equally antiquated birdcage…

— Robert Galbraith

“People liked to talk; there were very few exceptions, the question was how you made them do it. Some were amenable to…

— Robert Galbraith

“Strike had never wanted children; it was one of the things on which he and Charlotte had always agreed, and it had…

— Robert Galbraith

“There were friends all over London who would welcome his eagerly to their homes, who would throw open their guest rooms and…

— Robert Galbraith

“She wuz depressed. Yeah, she wuz on stuff for it. Like me. Sometimes it jus' takes you over. It's an illness," she…

— Robert Galbraith

“She was black, too, or rather, a delicious shade of café au lait, and this, we were constantly told, represented progression an…

— Robert Galbraith

“The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them.”

— Robert Galbraith

“How could the death of someone you had never met affect you so?”

— Robert Galbraith

“For this to happen today, of all days! It felt like a wink from God.”

— Robert Galbraith