Robert Galbraith Quotes
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Robert Galbraith Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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.
Began to read a piece on how a high street chain of stores had banned Cliff Richard's Christmas songs.
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
Many lonely people, Strike knew, found it pleasant to be the focus of somebody's undivided attention and sought to prolong the novel experience.
He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.
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.
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.
Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous. Lucius Accius, Telephus
...the safest way of ensuring that secret information did not leak was not to tell anybody about it.
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.
Frankly, anybody who's going to kill themselves because of a bad review has no business writing a novel in the first place.
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.
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.
The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.
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.
Are you all right, Robin?'
'Yes, I promise I am.' She hesitated, then said, almost defiantly, 'Cormoran's been great.
'Yes, I promise I am.' She hesitated, then said, almost defiantly, 'Cormoran's been great.
... 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
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.
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
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
As always, he found her better-looking in the flesh than in the memory he had of her when not present.
The instantaneous shift from calm to calamity. The slowing of time. Every sense suddenly wire-taut and screaming.
the kettle boiled in its usual crescendo of rattling lid and rambunctious bubbles, condensation steaming up the window behind it.
Matthew would not like this, she had said. He would have liked it even less had he know how much Strike had liked it.
She became a morality tale stiff with Schadenfreude, and so many columnists made allusion to Icarus that Private Eye ran a special column.
Fancourt can't write women,' said Nina dismissively. 'He tries but he can't do it. His women are all temper, tits and tampons.