“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
“[He] looked as thought he had been carved out of soft ebony by a master hand that had grown bored with its… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“when her mouth puckered into hard little lines around the cigarette, it looked like a cat’s anus.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“She emanated that aura of grandeur that replaces sexual allure in the successful older woman.” — Robert Galbraith Grandeur Copy Share Image
“Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“A vast unfocused rage rose in her, against men who considered displays of emotion a delicious open door” — Robert Galbraith Anger Copy Share Image
“Women, in his experience, often expected you to understand that it was a measure of how much they loved you that they… — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“began to read a piece on how a high street chain of stores had banned Cliff Richard’s Christmas songs.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“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 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
“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
“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
“In spite of her plainness that would have made wallflowers of other women, she radiated a great sense of self-importance.” — Robert Galbraith Heart Copy Share Image
“In the inverted food chain of fame, it was the big beasts who were stalked and hunted” — Robert Galbraith Animals Copy Share Image
“He knew that his personal tipping point was drawing nearer; that moment by which, unless he left, he would find it too… — Robert Galbraith Mind Copy Share Image
“He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“One mellows almost without realizing it's a compensation of age, because anger is exhausting.” — Robert Galbraith Anger Copy Share Image
“Strike teringat kata Adler, "Kebohongan tidak akan masuk akal, kecuali kebenaran mengandung bahaya yang setara.” — 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 Cigarette Copy Share Image
“There’s people who’d expect you to take a bullet for them and they don’t bother rememb’ring yuh name.” — Robert Galbraith 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 Copy Share Image
“Ridiculous," he said breathlessly. "You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing.” — Robert Galbraith Irony 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 Heart Copy Share Image
“Like most writers, I tend to find out what I feel on a subject by writing about it. It is how we… — Robert Galbraith Writer Copy Share Image
“it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…” — Robert Galbraith 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
“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
“will you turn on the radio? I fancy a bit of music,” she said. “Louder than that, sweetie. Oh, I love this.”… — Robert Galbraith Music Copy Share Image
“Strike noticed that, in spite of Duffield's air of disorientation and distress, he had made a good job of applying his eyeliner.” — Robert Galbraith Copy Share Image
“Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. Lucky is he who has been able to understand the causes of things Virgil, Georgics, Book 2” — Robert Galbraith Books Copy Share Image
“Strike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people’s traumatised memories;” — Robert Galbraith Memories 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
“Strike had not been able to guard against warm feelings for Robin, who had stuck by him when he was at his… — Robert Galbraith 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
“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
“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