“It's that wounded-poet crap, that soul-pain shit, that too-much-of-a-tortured-genius-to-wash bollocks. Brush your teeth, you little bastard. You're not fucking Byron.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“I said that the greatest female writers, with almost no exceptions, have been childless. A fact. And I have said that women… — Robert Galbraith Books Copy Share Image
“Robin was disposed to feel desperately sorry for anyone with a less fortunate love life than her own – if desperate pity… — Robert Galbraith Fortune Copy Share Image
“Strike had always marvelled at the strange sanctity conferred upon celebrities by the public, even while the newspapers denigrated, hunted or hounded… — Robert Galbraith Faith Copy Share Image
“However, Strike knew that the truly deluded would happily discount such trivialities as DNA evidence, citing contamination, or conspiracy. They saw what… — Robert Galbraith Bias Copy Share Image
“But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the… — robert galbraith Longing Copy Share Image
“Optimumque est, ut volgo dixere, aliena insania frui. And the best plan is, as the popular saying was, to profit by the… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“But the lies she told were woven into the fabric of her being, her life; so that to live with her and… — Robert Galbraith Lies Copy Share Image
“Couples tended to be of roughly equivalent personal attractiveness, though of course factors such as money often seemed to secure a partner… — Robert Galbraith Attractiveness Copy Share Image
“Judging by the lopsided way she was hunched, with one hand buried deep under the lapel of her coat, Strike deduced that… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
