42 Quotes & Sayings By Robert Galbraith

How easy it was to capitalize on a person’s own bent for self-destruction; how simple to nudge them into non-being, then to stand back and shrug and agree that it had been the inevitable result of a chaotic, catastrophic life. Robert Galbraith

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

...writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who will glory in your every failure, write novels. Robert Galbraith

He had spent much of his childhood perched on the coast, with the taste of salt in the air: this was a place of woodland and river, mysterious and secretive in a different way from St. Mawes, the little town with its long smuggling history, where colorful houses tumbled down to the beach. Robert Galbraith

He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during their coffee breaks.... Robert Galbraith

The walking stick, like a burqa, conferred protective status... Robert Galbraith

Couples tended to be of roughly equivalent personal attractiveness, though of course factors such as money often seemed to secure a partner of significantly better looks than oneself. Robert Galbraith

The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them. We need readers. More readers. Fewer writers. Robert Galbraith

She wuz depressed. Yeah, she wuz on stuff for it. Like me. Sometimes it jus' takes you over. It's an illness, " she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nill Robert Galbraith

It's an illness, " she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nillness." Nillness, thought Strike, for a second distracted. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother... sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart. Robert Galbraith

In the depths of his tiredness, surrounded by these blank, sheep-like visages, he found himself pondering the accidents that had brought all of them into being. Every birth was, viewed properly, mere chance. With a hundred million sperm swimming blindly through the darkness, the odds against a person becoming themselves were staggering. Robert Galbraith

There were friends all over London who would welcome his eagerly to their homes, who would throw open their guest rooms and their fridges, eager to condole and to help. The price of all of those comfortable beds and home-cooked meals, however, would be to sit at kitchen tables, once the clean-pajamaed children were in bed, and relive the filthy final battle with Charlotte, submitting to the outraged sympathy and pity of his friends' girlfriends and wives. To this he preferred grim solitude, a Pot Noodle and a sleeping bag. Robert Galbraith

Hers was the kind of family that commissioned painters to immortalize its young: a background utterly alien to Strike, and one he had come to know like a dangerous foreign country. Robert Galbraith

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

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

One of the earliest and most vivid memories of Robin’s childhood was of the day that the family dog had been put down. She herself had been too young to understand what her father was saying; she took the continuing existence of Bruno, her oldest brother’s beloved Labrador, for granted. Confused by her parents’ solemnity, she had turned to Stephen for a clue as to how to react, and all security had crumbled, for she had seen, for the first time in her short life, happiness and comfort drain out of his small and merry face, and his lips whiten as his mouth fell open. She had heard oblivion howling in the silence that preceded his awful scream of anguish, and then she had cried, inconsolably, not for Bruno, but for the terrifying grief of her brother. . Robert Galbraith

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

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

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

Hard to remember these days that there was a time you had to wait for the ink and paper reviews to see your work excoriated. With the invention of the internet, any subliterate cretin can be Michiko Kakutani. Robert Galbraith

Strike was becoming steadily more taciturn, his expression brooding. Robin wondered whether this was because he was hungry–he was a man who needed regular sustenance to maintain an equable mood–or for some darker reason. Robert Galbraith

There's pride and then there's stupidity. Robert Galbraith

He had called what he felt for Charlotte love and it remained the most profound feeling he had had for any woman. In the pain it had caused him and its lasting after-effects it had more resembled a virus that, even now, he was not He had called what he felt for Charlotte love and it remained the most profound feeling he had had for any woman. In the pain it had caused him and its lasting after-effects it had more resembled a virus that, even now, he was not. Robert Galbraith

He knew more about the death of Lula Landry than he had ever meant or wanted to know; the same would be true of virtually any sentient being in Britain. Bombarded with the story, you grew interested against your will, and before you knew it, you were so well informed, so opinionated about the facts of the case, you would have been unfit to sit on a jury. Robert Galbraith

He had hoped to spot the flickering shadow of a murderer as he turned the file's pages, but instead it was the ghost of Lula herself who emerged, gazing up at him, as victims of violent crimes sometimes did, through the detritus of their interrupted lives. Robert Galbraith

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

Can I ask who you are, sir?"" Yeah, I expect so, " said Strike, walking past him and ringing the doorbell. Anstis's dinner invitation notwithstanding, he was not feeling sympathetic to the police just now. "Should be just about within your capabilities. Robert Galbraith

Im.’ The monosyllable was heavy with contempt. ‘’E’s a twat.’‘ Is he?’‘ Yeah, ’e is. Ask Kieran.’She gave the impression that she and Kieran stood together, sane, dispassionate observers of the idiots populating Lula’s world. Robert Galbraith

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

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

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

..it is hard to throw off long-established love; Hard, but this you must manage somehow.. Robert Galbraith

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

For all his determination to keep her at arm's length, they had literally leaned on each other. He could remember exactly what it felt like to have his arm around her waist as they had meandered towards Hazlitt's Hotel. She was tall enough to hold easily. He had never fancied very small Robert Galbraith

Perhaps she had received diamonds, Strike thought; she had always said she didn't care for such things, but when they argued the glitter of all he could not give her had sometimes been flung back hard in his face... Robert Galbraith

The act of shopping for what he needed, and of setting up the bare necessities for himself, had lulled Strike back into the familiar soldierly state of doing what needed to be done, without question or complaint. Robert Galbraith

Sixteen unseeing stone of disheveled male slammed into her; Robin was knocked off her feet and catapulted backwards, handbag flying, arms windmilling, towards the void beyond the lethal staircase. Robert Galbraith

He talked until their food arrived, littering his chat with references to ‘ninety k’ and ‘a quarter of a mill’, and every sentence was angled, like a mirror, to show him in the best possible light: his cleverness, his quick thinking, his besting of slower, stupider yet more senior colleagues... Robert Galbraith