249 Quotes by Robert Galbraith

Hell’s built on regret.

She thought it might be the very first time that Strike had ever given any indication that he saw her as a woman, and she silently filed away the exchange to pore over later, in solitude.

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

You can’t plot murder like a novel. There are always loose ends in real life.

Strike had recently helped several wealthy young women rid themselves of City husbands who had become much less attractive to them since the financial crash.

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

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

Girls like that idea, that little bit of possessiveness. They t’ink it means he only wants her, when o’ course, it’s the other way round. He only wants her available to him. He’s still free to look at other girls...

He had found humor in darker places.