249 Quotes by Robert Galbraith

Strike registered the pronounced asymmetry of his pale blue eyes, one of which was a good centimeter higher than the other. It gave him an oddly vulnerable look, as though he had been finished in a hurry.

Skirting the rubble and wreckage of the street at the foot of Center Point, he marched past a gigantic gold statue of Freddie Mercury that stood over the entrance of the Dominion Theatre across the road, head bowed, one fist raised in the air, like some pagan god of chaos.

Time had eroded all shock value.

Leda, Lula and Rochelle had not been women like Lucy, or his Aunt Joan; they had not taken every reasonable precaution against violence or chance; they had not tethered themselves to life with mortgages and voluntary work, safe husbands and clean-faced dependants: their deaths, therefore, were not classed as “tragic,” in the same way as those of staid and respectable housewives.

But he was her best friend. This admission, held at bay for so long, caused an almost painful twist in Robin’s heart, not least because she knew it would be impossible ever to tell Strike so.

The feel of her was both new and familiar, as though he had held her a long time ago, as though he had missed it without knowing it for years.

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

It is hard to abruptly shrug off a long-established love Hard, but this, somehow, you must do.

Doesn’t anyone ever call you that, among all your many nicknames?’ she wondered as they walked back through to the hall. ‘Call me what?’ ‘“Lightning” Strike?