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He just saw her for what she was. She was no good. Some women,' she said, her chest heaving beneath the shapeless raincoat, 'aren't.

I'd imagine "murderess" trumps "wife" when defining a close relationship.

Began to read a piece on how a high street chain of stores had banned Cliff Richard's Christmas songs.

Alcohol buoyed you up and it washed your eyes clean.

And on the menu, it says "bill of fare". They won't use "menu", you see, because it was French.

Lined the walls. Didn't he live in St. Michael's Mount, the giant Cormoran?

In spite of her plainness that would have made wallflowers of other women, she radiated a great sense of self-importance.

Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. Lucky is he who has been able to understand the causes of things Virgil, Georgics, Book 2

He had almost fallen asleep on top of Elin last night, and counted it among the week's few small achievements that he had finished the job, at least.

For in every ill-turn of fortune the most unhappy sort of unfortunate man is the one who has been happy. Boethius, De

Robin and Matthew had just two months to go before the wedding. There was still time.

Landry case and - Jesus - didn't someone just send you a

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

He drank it sitting in Robin's chair, and ate half a packet of digestives,

Many lonely people, Strike knew, found it pleasant to be the focus of somebody's undivided attention and sought to prolong the novel experience.

All love, ultimately, is self-love.

He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.

Popularity's overrated.

Hell's built on regret.

He handed her her pills and the cup; her hands trembled; he had to support the saucer and he thought, inappropriately, of a priest offering communion.

Edinburgh House. He had heard that in its industrial heyday, Corby had had

There's people who'd expect you to take a bullet for them and they don't bother rememb'ring yuh name.

Like most writers, I tend to find out what I feel on a subject by writing about it. It is how we interpret the world, how we make sense of it.

They walked fifty yards in silence, and Strike had lit up a cigarette before he said: "Very, very impressive." Robin glowed with pride.

Lucy's idea of sympathy compared unfavorably with some of the interrogation techniques they had used at Guantanamo.

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

Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous. Lucius Accius, Telephus

Strike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people's traumatised memories;

That's how the rich stay rich, ain't it? They didn' need it, but they didn' mind a bit more.

Who was more conscious than the soldier of capricious fortune, of the random roll of the dice?

You are not writing properly unless someone is bleeding, probably you.

Abused people cling to their abusers.

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

Monday-morning faces: sagging, gaunt, braced, resigned.

Don't turn your back, don't show your profile, You'll never know when it's your turn to go.

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

It had been a pretext for the papers to remind the

Men looked so tragic when they cried.

...the safest way of ensuring that secret information did not leak was not to tell anybody about it.

Writers are different," said Waldegrave. "I've never met one who was any good who wasn't screwy.

Seven and a half million hearts were beating in close proximity in this heaving old city, and many, after all, would be aching far worse than his.

A woman's severed leg had been crammed sideways in the box, the toes of the foot bent back to fit.

Oh," said Tansy.

The monosyllable contained equal parts of surprise and disdain.

Frankly, anybody who's going to kill themselves because of a bad review has no business writing a novel in the first place.

He had found humor in darker places.

Lightning doesn't strike twice.

She had drawn strength from everyone else's weakness, hoping that her adrenaline-fueled bravery would carry her safely back to normality,

Suicides, in his experience, were perfectly capable of feigning an interest in a future they had no intention of inhabiting.

Will you turn on the radio? I fancy a bit of music," she said. "Louder than that, sweetie. Oh, I love this." "Telephone" by Lady Gaga filled the car.

We need readers," muttered Daniel Chard. "More readers. Fewer writers.

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

Parky, isn't it?" Strike said to the frowning constable and her companion as he and Robin walked back past them.

A misty radiance, through which stars were struggling to twinkle, filled the night sky beyond the tiny window beside him.

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

The roar of the crowd had thundered through both fighters' veins like a second pulse. Strike

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

He was not a man who told himself comfortable lies.

In a way, an explanation had never been the point. She had simply liked being the only one who wanted to find out the truth.

Time had eroded all shock value.

untrammelled flow

Are you all right, Robin?'

'Yes, I promise I am.' She hesitated, then said, almost defiantly, 'Cormoran's been great.

The brutal intrusion of officialdom into private devastation.

Ridiculous," he said breathlessly. "You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing.

... I to you will open The book of a black sin, deep printed in me. ... my disease lies in my soul. Thomas Dekker, The Noble Spanish Soldier

The squashy earth-colored sofas, the tall cups of American froth, the wholesome young people working with quiet efficiency

Humans often assumed symmetry and equality where none existed.

Did her faint eccentricity of manner mask something more serious, some fundamental cognitive problem?

She couldn't understand a vocation. Some people can't; at best, work's about status and pay cheques for them, it hasn't got value in itself.

Shoveling food into his mouth. Thoughts came fluently, cogently:

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

Nobody enjoys accepting that they have reaped what they have sown.

A paunchy man with a face the color of corned beef,

And then, at last, the frenzy wore itself into staleness, and even the journalist had nothing left to say, but that too much had been said already.

In days and he was too late to pick up the trail at her home station. The best he could do was to lurk around the

I am become a name.

Strike felt abnormally huge and hairy; a woolly mammoth attempting to blend in among capuchin monkeys.

The detective seemed to remember reading that advertisers used Scottish accents to suggest integrity and honesty. The

were fewer of them in the UK than

Robin did not know why the announcement that Strike was off to meet Elin should lower her spirits.

Can't you understand that I'd much rather help catch him that sit around waiting for him to pounce?

Keeping busy was the only answer: action had always been his drug of choice.

As always, he found her better-looking in the flesh than in the memory he had of her when not present.

central thoroughfare, stood a

Do whatever you want with this dedication, but don't - don't - use it on your eyebrows.

Mingling grandiosity and short-sightedness in dangerous measure.

The instantaneous shift from calm to calamity. The slowing of time. Every sense suddenly wire-taut and screaming.

When you are young, and beautiful, you can be very cruel.

Why complicate your life when it did not need complicating, when you had a choice?

Insouciance, he was edgy. Why didn't he ask why Strike was there? Or did

the kettle boiled in its usual crescendo of rattling lid and rambunctious bubbles, condensation steaming up the window behind it.

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

Matthew would not like this, she had said. He would have liked it even less had he know how much Strike had liked it.

I'm totally serious. Look it up on the net. When women turn, they really turn.

Psychology's loss," said Strike, "is private detection's gain.

She became a morality tale stiff with Schadenfreude, and so many columnists made allusion to Icarus that Private Eye ran a special column.

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

Fancourt can't write women,' said Nina dismissively. 'He tries but he can't do it. His women are all temper, tits and tampons.

Man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.

Though they spent so much time trying to make themselves beautiful, you were not supposed to admit to women that beauty mattered.

so he sat smoking on the sofa with the lower trouser leg hanging empty towards the floor, lost in thought.