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“It was four in the morning, the hopeless hour when shivering insomniacs inhabit a world of hollow shadow, and existence seems frail and strange.”
― Robert Galbraith, Lethal White

“It was a glorious thing, to be given hope, when all had seemed lost.”
― Robert Galbraith, Lethal White

“Neither of them could tell who had made the first move, or whether they acted in unison. They were holding each other tightly before they knew what happened, Robin's chin on Strike's shoulder, his face in her hair. He smelled of sweat, beer and surgical spirits, she, of roses and the faint perfume that he had missed when she was no longer in the office. 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 year. Through the closed door upstairs the band playing on:

I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine ...”
― Robert Galbraith, Lethal White

“Pain, anguish and suffering in human life are always in proportion to the strength with which a man is endowed.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Man in the Iron Mask