“Memories like shrapnel, forever embedded, infected by what had come later…words of love and undying devotion, times of sublime happiness, lies upon lies upon lies…his attention kept sliding away from the stories he was reading.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“Hard to remember these days that there was a time you had to wait for the ink and paper reviews to see your work… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“it was weird. Would you believe it if some supermodel called you up and told you she was your sister?’ Strike thought of his… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“Strike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people’s traumatised memories;” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“The model? Whoa.' But Spanner's interest in human beings, even when dead or famous, was still secondary to his fondness for rare comics, technological… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“so he sat smoking on the sofa with the lower trouser leg hanging empty towards the floor, lost in thought.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“People liked to talk; there were very few exceptions, the question was how you made them do it. Some were amenable to alcohol; others… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“Can I ask who you are, sir?" "Yeah, I expect so," said Strike, walking past him and ringing the doorbell. Anstis's dinner invitation notwithstanding,… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“With the invention of the internet, any subliterate cretin can be Michiko Kakutani.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“She is a woman of an excellent assurance, and an extraordinary happy wit, and tongue. Ben Jonson, Epicoene, or The Silent Woman” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“...writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
