“You are not writing properly unless someone is bleeding, probably you.” — Robert Galbraith Writing Copy Share Image
“He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during… — Robert Galbraith Authors Copy Share Image
“She lay dying, wrapped in invisible robes of martyrdom, presenting her helplessness and passivity to him like adornments, and his dominant feeling… — Robert Galbraith Death Copy Share Image
“Many lonely people, Strike knew, found it pleasant to be the focus of somebody’s undivided attention and sought to prolong the novel… — Robert Galbraith Focus 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 Confidence Copy Share Image
“More pre-Christmas revelers on the Friday-night Tube: girls in ludicrously tiny glittering dresses risking hypothermia for a fumble with the boy from… — Robert Galbraith Girls Copy Share Image
“Who was more conscious than the soldier of capricious fortune, of the random roll of the dice?” — Robert Galbraith Fate Copy Share Image
“There’s nothing of so infinite vexation As man’s own thoughts. John Webster, The White Devil” — Robert Galbraith Philosophy of Mind Copy Share Image
“Every married person he knew seemed desperate to chivvy others into matrimony, no matter how poor an advertisement they themselves were for… — Robert Galbraith Desperate 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… — Robert Galbraith Spanner Copy Share Image
“Sixteen unseeing stone of disheveled male slammed into her; Robin was knocked off her feet and catapulted backwards, handbag flying, arms windmilling,… — Robert Galbraith Writing-craft Copy Share Image
“He had hoped to spot the flickering shadow of a murderer as he turned the file's pages, but instead it was the… — Robert Galbraith Crime Copy Share Image
“He’s a writer,” she said, as though this explained everything. “He’s disappeared before?” “He’s emotional,” she said, her expression glum. “He’s always… — Robert Galbraith Disappeared Copy Share Image
“Nillness, that was where Lula Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned… — Robert Galbraith Mother Nillness Copy Share Image
“Other people his age had houses and washing machines, cars and television sets, furniture and gardens and mountain bikes and lawnmowers: he… — Robert Galbraith Achievements Copy Share Image
“How easy it was to capitalize on a person’s own bent for self-destruction; how simple to nudge them into non-being, then to… — Robert Galbraith Blame 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.… — Robert Galbraith Books Copy Share Image
“Bestigui’s statement presented the unassailable front of a rock face without crampons.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“Fancourt can't write women,' said Nina dismissively. 'He tries but he can't do it. His women are all temper, tits and tampons.” — Robert Galbraith Feminism Copy Share Image
“...the safest way of ensuring that secret information did not leak was not to tell anybody about it.” — Robert Galbraith Safest Copy Share Image
“The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.” — Robert Galbraith Dead Copy Share Image
“She looked away from him, drawing hard on her Rothman’s; when her mouth puckered into hard little lines around the cigarette, it… — Robert Galbraith Humor Copy Share Image
“Strike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people’s traumatised memories;” — Robert Galbraith Memories 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… — Robert Galbraith Bizarre Copy Share Image
“Suicides, in his experience, were perfectly capable of feigning an interest in a future they had no intention of inhabiting.” — Robert Galbraith Suicide Copy Share Image
“And then, at last, the frenzy wore itself into staleness, and even the journalist had nothing left to say, but that too… — Robert Galbraith Staleness 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 Cigarette Copy Share Image
“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 Byron Copy Share Image
“He just saw her for what she was. She was no good. Some women,' she said, her chest heaving beneath the shapeless… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.” — Robert Galbraith Fans Copy Share Image
“It's an illness," she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nillness." Nillness, thought Strike, for a second distracted.… — Robert Galbraith Depression Copy Share Image
“Strike had not been able to guard against warm feelings for Robin, who had stuck by him when he was at his… — Robert Galbraith Robin 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
“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
“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
“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
“Judging by the lopsided way she was hunched, with one hand buried deep under the lapel of her coat, Strike deduced that… — Robert Galbraith Gaze Copy Share Image
