The Girl In The Spider's Web Quotes

Ha, no, that it’s always the wrong people who have the guilty conscience. Those who are really responsible for suffering in the world couldn’t care less. It’s the ones fighting for good who are consumed by remorse.

Money talks, bullshit walks.

Unbelievable and true. Anna Solokov is neither a frightened girl nor a criminal spider in the center of a huge web of drugs and god knows. No, that dangerous young woman could easily do both at different times, and to different people. No doubt that is part of George’s attraction to her. She is victim. Yet when necessary, or when it suits her, she is victimizer. Does he imagine he is battling for her soul?

It wasn’t just escapism, he persuaded himself. Sometimes the best ideas occur to you while your mind is occupied with something completely different. Pieces of the puzzle can suddenly fall into place.

it’s always the wrong people who have the guilty conscience. Those who are really responsible for suffering in the world couldn’t care less.

we live in a twisted world where everything, both big and small, is subject to surveillance, and where anything worth money will always be exploited.

How come all lunatics and murderers are religious these days?

Sometimes things go wrong, no matter how careful you are.

Just think if life could be like that sometimes... If joy could express itself with the same force as pain.

what matters is not that we believe in God. God is not small-minded. What matters is for us to understand that life is serious and rich. We should appreciate it and also try to make the world a better place. Whoever finds a balance between the two is close to God.

Are you insane?” “Probably, yes,” she said. “Empathy deficit disorder. Excessive violence. Something along those lines.

Those who spy on the people end up themselves being spied on by the people. There’s a fundamental democratic logic to it.

Sometimes the best ideas occur to you while your mind is occupied with something completely different.

It is impossible to overestimate how humourless underpaid journalists can be.

I now realize that I should blame myself when men indulge in such wildly wishful thinking that they see a sexual invitation in a simple smile.

Gut feeling is often a better tool than all the psychological theories in the world.

These days you can’t do a goddamn thing online without leaving footprints.

Wait, Ed. Did you say she?” “You better believe it. Our hacker’s a she!

To be alive, Professor Sharif, means not being completely consistent. It means venturing out in many directions all at the same time,

Those who spy on the people end up themselves being spied on by the people.

Faste is an idiot.” “No, Jan, he isn’t. He’s just …” “What?” “Conservative. He’s not someone who falls for the latest feminist fads.” “Or for the earliest ones either. He may have just got his head around all that stuff about votes for women.

Who knows, perhaps the will to please leads people to crime as often as evil or greed does. People want to fit in and do well, and they do indescribably stupid things because of it. Is that what happened here?

the one who hates men who…” “…hate women.

we’re equal before the law—if we pay the same amount.

They locked her up and kept trying to break her. But she kept coming back, and do you know what I think?” “No.” “She got stronger each time. She became positively lethal.

if you operate in an unhealthy culture you risk becoming just as unhealthy yourself and – who knows – perhaps it is the will to please that leads people to crime just as often as evil or greed.

always the wrong people who have the guilty conscience. Those who are really responsible for suffering in the world couldn’t care less. It’s the ones fighting for good who are consumed by remorse.

Your uncompromising attitude makes people feel pathetic. Your very existence reminds them just how much they’ve sold out, and the more you’re acclaimed, the punier they themselves appear. When it’s like that, the only way they can fight back is by dragging you down. The bullshit gives them back a little bit of dignity – at least that’s what they imagine.

It strengthened his long-held conviction that one must never underestimate anyone or cling to preconceived ideas.

This isn’t a negotiation, it’s not even a conversation. I’m just setting out the terms, that’s all.

Everything has its time

The pace of growth goes on increasing and in the end it escapes our control.

If God is indeed omnipotent, is he then capable of creating something more intelligent than himself?

Life is constantly treating us to illusory connections.

one must never underestimate anyone or cling to preconceived ideas.

She saw more melody in a differential equation than in a piece by Beethoven.

technological singularity,” the state at which computer intelligence will have overtaken our own.

Money talks, bullshit walks. First and foremost the magazine had to pay its way.

Salander was up at 5:00 the next morning and hacked into the NSF Major Research Instrumentation supercomputer at the New Jersey Institute of Technology—she needed all the mathematical skills she could muster.

star stays alive as a result of two opposing actions, the fusion at its core forcing it outwards and the gravitational pull keeping it together. She saw it as a balancing act, a tug of war from which a victor eventually emerges, once the fuel for the reactions runs out and the explosions weaken. When gravity gains the upper hand, the celestial body shrinks like a punctured balloon and becomes smaller and smaller. In this way, a star can vanish into nothing. Salander liked black holes. She felt an affinity to them.

she seemed cold—like a predator eyeing its prey.

People want to fit in and do well, and so they do indescribably stupid things.

We’ll never let him do that to you again. Never.

Kira was on her way, unhinged on top of everything else.

synaesthesia—the condition where two or more senses are connected, for example when numbers are seen in colour and every series of numbers forms an image in the mind.

With a gang of sharp lawyers you can safely steal whatever you like. Lawyers are the hit men of our times.

Nada é impossível, e o nosso trabalho é expandir os limites.

Até as coisas eternas têm seu tempo.

What matters is for us to understand that life is serious and rich. We should appreciate it and also try to make the world a better place.

To be alive, Professor Sharif, means not being completely consistent.

We're equal before the law - if we pay the same amount

wrote: What should we make of Frans Balder’s artificial intelligence? The words blinked onto the computer screen: Mission accomplished! - Plague

inspired him to bear witness to a world which was bleeding with injustice and intolerance and petty corruption.

They locked her up and kept trying to break her. But she kept coming back, and do you know what I think?” “No.” “She got stronger each time.

He read political science, mass media communications, finance, and international conflict resolution,

My old man used to say that there’s even an end to eternity.

Maybe a few fabulous drawings were nothing as compared to being able to ask for a glass of milk, or exchange a few words with a friend, or a father. What did he know?

Prime numbers have become secrecy’s best friends.

He felt puffy, worn out, and bald.

Surely the great thing about life is that every now and then it springs a surprise on us,

Who knows, perhaps the will to please leads people to crime as often as evil or greed does. People want to fit in and do well, and they do indescribably stupid things

perhaps the will to please leads people to crime as often as evil or greed does. People want to fit in and do well, and they do indescribably stupid things because of it. Is

If joy could express itself with the same force as pain,

It looked both aggressive and religious at the same time, Ivan said.” “Not a good combination.

She spoke the truth or said nothing at all,

If joy could express itself with the same force as pain,” he said.

if you operate in an unhealthy culture you risk becoming just as unhealthy yourself.

People want to fit in and do well, and they do indescribably stupid things because of it.

Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stärker. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.

Balder is not too keen on people who wear ties and work from nine to five. He prefers obsessive idiots who are glued to their computers all night long,

But most important of all, he kicked off in the humble tone he had been taught in his management courses:

Talent – it doesn’t just achieve results, it attracts other gifted people and helps create an environment that people want to be in.

If you can afford a strong defence you can get away with whatever you want these days.

Those who are really responsible for suffering in the world couldn’t care less. It’s the ones fighting for good who are consumed by remorse.

No parent should have to decide. After all, no-one could anticipate what was best for the child.

That is no doubt the disadvantage of having intelligent friends. They see straight through you.

We risk being confronted by an explosion of intelligence, a technological singularity, as Vernor Vinge put it. Everything that happens after that lies beyond our event horizon.

perhaps it is the will to please that leads people to crime just as often as evil or greed.

You do know what the campaign against you is all about, don’t you? Your uncompromising attitude makes people feel pathetic. Your very existence reminds them just how much they’ve sold out,

Хэзээд буруугүй хүмүүс нь илүү гэмшдэг. Харин энэ дэлхий дээр зовлон авчирч байгаа жинхэнэ эзэд нь хэзээ ч санаа зовдоггүй. Сайн сайхны төлөө зүтгэж байгаа хүмүүс үргэлж л буруутай юм шиг гэмшдэг.

it’s always the wrong people who have the guilty conscience. Those who are really responsible for suffering in the world couldn’t care less. It’s the ones fighting for good who are consumed by remorse.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS My sincere thanks to my agent, Magdalena Hedlund; Stieg Larsson’s father and brother, Erland and Joakim Larsson; my publishers, Eva Gedin and Susanna Romanus; my editor Ingemar Karlsson;

So the very instant we create a superintelligence we lose control, is that right?” “The risk is that everything we know about the world will cease to be relevant, and it’ll be the end of human existence.

She suspected that she was quite like Helena Kraft in that she was capable and ambitious and wanted to get a pat on the back from her superiors. That was not necessarily always a good thing though. With that tendency, if you operate in an unhealthy culture you risk becoming just as unhealthy yourself and — who knows, perhaps it is the will to please that leads people to crime just as often as evil or greed.

Blomkvist had heard this line before. He had even spoken to an old lady who claimed that it was actually she who had written the Harry Potter books and that J. K. Rowling had stolen everything by telepathy.

it’s always the wrong people who have the guilty conscience. Those who are really responsible for suffering in the world couldn’t care less. It’s the ones fighting for good who are consumed by remorse. You’ve

There is rioting in the suburbs; an openly racist party sits in Riksdagen, the parliament; intolerance is growing; fascism is on the rise and there are homeless people and beggars everywhere. In many ways Sweden has become a shameful nation.

Kim Peek, for example, who was the basis for Rain Man, was severely mentally handicapped and could not get dressed by himself. Yet he had memorized twelve thousand books and could give a lightning-quick answer to almost any factual question.

it’s always the wrong people who have the guilty conscience. Those who are really responsible for suffering in the world couldn’t care less. It’s the ones fighting for good who are consumed by remorse. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, Gabriella.

have no idea who she was,” Brandell said, “although I did recognize her from somewhere—I had the feeling that it was something bad. She was tattooed and pierced and all that crap and looked like a heavy rocker or goth or punk, plus she was as thin as hell.

He was undoubtedly intelligent and well informed, but too right-wing for Grane’s tastes. It was rare to find a well-educated Swede who was also a wholehearted supporter of the American Republican Party—he even expressed some sympathy for the Tea Party movement.

[...] something that was called an agreement is not necessarily always that. On the contrary, one party might advance their self-interest under the guise of a common decision, and in the long run it often becomes clear that someone is suffering, despite assurances to the contrary.

The doctor said that what matters is not that we believe in God; God is not small-minded. What matters is for us to understand that life is serious and rich. We should appreciate it and also try to make the world a better place. Whoever finds a balance between the two is close to God.

From now on I want you to carry an Android phone with you, a Samsung or something. You must have one at the office?” “Yes, I think there are a couple.” “Good. So go straight into Google Play and download the RedPhone app and also the Threema app for text messaging. We need a secure line of communication.

Това, което очертава съдбата ни, според фон Кантерборг, е по-скоро така наречената от нея уникална среда – тази, която не делим с никого, дори с братята и сестрите си. Това е средата, която сами търсим и създаваме, например когато открием нещо, което ни забав­лява и впечатлява и то ни тласне в определена посока.

If she broke a surgeon’s fingers or delved into the theft of some advanced AI technology, you could be sure that she had not only thought it through to the last particle, she would also have a reason. Salander was not one to forget an injustice. She retaliated and she righted wrongs. Could her involvement in this story be connected to her own background? It was by no means inconceivable.

To be alive, Professor Sharif, means not being completely consistent. It means venturing out in many directions all at the same time, and I wonder if your friend didn’t find himself in the throes of some sort of upheaval. Maybe he really did destroy his life’s work. Maybe he revealed himself with all his inherent contradictions towards the end, and became a true human being in the best sense of the word.

But afterwards in the pub, they had dreamed about the big stories and talked for hours of how they would never be satisfied with the conventional or the shallow but instead would always dig deep. They were young and ambitious and wanted it all, all at once. There were times when Levin missed that, not the salary, or the working hours, or even the easy life in the bars and the women, but the dreams—he missed the power in them. He sometimes longed for that throbbing urge to change society and journalism and to write so that the world would come to a standstill and the mighty powers bow down. Even a hotshot like himself wondered: Where did the dreams go?

I mean, how do you think a computer would feel when it wakes up to find itself captured and controlled by primitive little creatures like us. Why would it put up with that?” she said. “Why on earth should it show us any consideration, still less let us dig around in its entrails in order to shut down the process? We risk being confronted by an explosion of intelligence, a technological singularity, as Vernor Vinge put it. Everything that happens after that lies beyond our event horizon.” “So the very instant we create a superintelligence we lose control, is that right?” “The risk is that everything we know about the world will cease to be relevant, and it’ll be the end of human existence.

With great care, Amy opened the cellar door. With ladylike demeanor, she descended the stairs. And as her reward, she had the satisfaction of catching His Mighty Lordship sitting on the cot, his knee crooked sideways and his ankle pulled toward him, cursing at the manacle. “I got it out of your own castle,” she said. Northcliff jumped like a lad caught at a mischief. “My . . . castle?” At once he realized what she meant. “Here on the island, you mean. The old ancestral pile.” “Yes.” She strolled farther into the room. “I went down into the dungeons, crawled around in among the spider webs and the skeleton of your family’s enemies—” “Oh, come on.” He straightened his leg. “There aren’t any skeletons.” “No,” she admitted. “We had them removed years ago.” For one instant, she was shocked. So his family had been ruthless murderers! Then she realized he was smirking. The big, pompous jackass was making a jest of her labors. “If I could have found manacles that were in good shape I’d have locked both your legs to the wall.” “Why stop there? Why not my hands, too?” He moved his leg to make the chain clink loudly. “Think of your satisfaction at the image of my starving, naked body chained to the cold stone—” “Starving?” She cast a knowledgeable eye at the empty breakfast tray, then allowed her lips to curve into a sarcastic smile. “You’d love a look at my naked body, though, wouldn’t you?” He fixed his gaze on her, and for one second she thought she saw a lick of golden flame in his light brown eyes. “Isn’t that what this is all about?” “I beg your pardon.” She took a few steps closer to him—although she remained well out of range of his long arms. What are you talking about?” “I spurned you, didn’t I?” What? What What was he going on about? “You’re a girl from my past, an insignificant debutante I ignored at some cotillion or another. I didn’t dance with you.” He stretched out on the cot, the epitome of idle relaxation. “Or I did, but I didn’t talk to you. Or I forgot to offer you a lemonade, or—” “I don’t believe you.” She tottered to the rocking chair and sank down. “Are you saying you think this whole kidnapping was done because you, the almighty marquees of Northcliff, treated me like a wallflower?” “It seems unlikely I treated you as a wallflower. I have better taste than that.” He cast a critical glance up and down her workaday gown, then focused on her face. “You’re not in the common way, you must know that. With the proper gown and your hair swirled up in that style you women favor—” He twirled his fingers about his head—“you would be handsome. Perhaps even lovely.” She gripped the arms of the chair. Even his compliments sounded like insults! “We’ve never before met, my lord.” As if she had not spoken, he continued, “but I don’t remember you, so I must have ignored you and hurt your feelings—” “Damn!” Exploding out of the chair, she paced behind it, gripping the back hard enough to break the wood. His arrogance was amazing. Invulnerable! “Haven’t you heard a single word I’ve said to you? Are you so conceited you can’t conceive of a woman who isn’t interested in you as a suitor?” “It’s not conceit when it’s the truth.” He sounded quite convinced.