"I miss our meetings. I'm sure you don't, why would you? I was always such a headache for you, never showing up with good news, only problems. I have good news now. I made a friend. I mean one that you'd approve of. I'm happy."

"Isn't it interesting how fascists always steal the word "freedom"?"

"You will be investigating thieves, misers, bullies. The most detestable collection of people you will ever meet. My family."

"It was then that I noticed Harriet wasn't there. And she wasn't there the next morning, or the next, or the next 40 years."

"She's had a rough life. Can we please not make it any rougher?"

"You'll have more luck with a gun. When we go hunting. I want to show you something. Bring your drink. Leave my knife."

"So, what would you like to know? You're a journalist; it's your job to ask me questions. What do I do with the girls? That's a good question. Well, before I do what we're doing, I sit down, relax, have a drink. I like that part a lot. Having a chat when both of you know that one of you is going to die. Afterwards I just get rid of them, far out at sea. Unlike my father. He left them scattered all over the place, like trophies. That's not very smart, if you ask me. He was a loud and garish man; frankly, he got what he deserved. You can't be a sloppy technician like that. You can't drink to excess, like he did. This takes discipline. It's a science of a thousand details: the planning, the execution, the cleanup. I guess I don't have to tell you, but you're going to create quite a mess. Let me ask you something. Why don't people trust their instincts? They sense something is wrong, someone is walking too close behind them... You knew something was wrong, but you came back into the house. Did I force you, did I drag you? No. All I had to do was offer you a drink. It's hard to believe the fear of offending can be stronger than the fear of pain but, you know what? It is, and they always come willingly. And they sit there, and they know it's all over, just like you do, but somehow they still think they have a chance. Maybe if I say the right thing, maybe if I'm polite, if I cry, if I beg. And when I see the hope draining from their face, like it's draining from yours right now, I feel myself getting hard. But you know, we're not that different, you and I. We both have urges. Satisfying mine requires more towels."

"I've never had a man down here. I've never actually touched another man — except for my father, of course. That was my duty, mine and Harriet's."

"I am on welfare, I do not administer it."

"Evil shall with evil be expelled"

"What is hidden in snow, comes forth in the thaw."

"She's Coming"

"The Feel Bad Movie of Christmas"

"Daniel Craig - Mikael Blomkvist"

"Rooney Mara - Lisbeth Salander"

"Christopher Plummer - Henrik Vanger"

"Stellan Skarsgård - Martin Vanger"

"Robin Wright - Erika Berger"

"Yorick van Wageningen - Nils Bjurman"

"Joely Richardson - Anita/Harriet Vanger"

"Steven Berkoff - Dirch Frode"

"Geraldine James - Cecilia Vanger"

"Ulf Friberg - Wennerström"

"Goran Višnjić - Dragan Armansky"

"Donald Sumpter - Detective Morell"

"Embeth Davidtz - Annika Giannini"

"Joel Kinnaman - Christer Malm"

"Élodie Yung - Miriam Wu"

"Tony Way - Plague"

"Alan Dale - Detective Isaksson"

"Julian Sands - Young Henrik Vanger"

"David Dencik - Young Morell"

"Per Myrberg - Harald Vanger"

"Gustaf Hammarsten - Young Harald"

"Leo Bill - Trinity"

"I'm not like you. I don't feel like you. I'm Sister Alma, I'm just here to help you. I'm not Elisabet Vogler. You are Elisabet Vogler."

"When you sleep your face is slack. Your mouth is swollen and ugly. You have a nasty wrinkle on your forehead. You smell of sleep and tears. I can see the pulse on your throat. You have a scar you normally cover with makeup there."

"What am I doing? Elisabet! Elisabet, forgive me. I behaved like an idiot, don't know what got into me. I'm here to help you. Then there was that awful letter. I was so disappointed. You asked me to talk about myself. It was nice, you looked so understanding, I'd drunk a lot... It was so nice to talk about it all. I was also flattered that a great actress cared to listen to me. Somehow I thought it would be nice if it was of some use to you. But it's terrible, isn't it? Sheer exhibitionism. Elisabet, I want you to forgive me. I like you so much, you mean so much to me. I've learned so much from you, I don't want to part as enemies. You don't want to forgive me. You're too proud! You won't lower yourself because you don't need to!"

"You were really scared now, huh? For a second you were genuinely scared, not so? A genuine fear of death, huh? Alma's gone crazy, you thought. What kind of person are you, really? Or do you think like this: I'll remember that face. That tone of voice, that expression. I'll give you something you won't forget! You're laughing, are you? It's not so simple for me. Not so funny, either."

"I knew you'd refuse. You can't know how I feel. I always thought great artists felt great compassion for other people. That they created from a sense of great sympathy and a need to help. That was stupid of me. You've used me. Now that you don't need me you just throw me away. Yes, I hear very well how it sounds, how false it sounds! You've used me, now you're discarding me. Every word! And then these glasses!"

"Of what interest can my life be to you? One should be like you. You know what I thought when I saw your film that night? When I came home I saw myself in the mirror and thought: we're alike. Don't misunderstand me, you're much prettier, but we are alike in a way. I think I could turn myself into you. If I made a real effort. I mean inside. You could turn yourself into me just like that. Although your soul would much be too big. It would stick out everywhere!"

"Can you understand? What happens to everything you believe in?"

"Many people have told me that I'm a good listener. Funny, huh? No one's ever bothered to listen to me. Like you are now. You're listening. I think you're the first person who's listened to me. It can't be interesting at all. You could read a good book instead."

"Making changes... The worst thing with me is I'm so lazy. And then I get a bad conscience. Karl-henrik scolds me for lacking ambition. He says I go around like a sleepwalker. I think that's unfair. I was best in my group for the exams. But he probably means something else... You know what I sometimes think of? At the hospital where I did my exam, there's a home for old nurses. Ones that have always been nurses, lived for their work. Always in uniform. They live in their small rooms. Imagine devoting your whole life to something. I mean, believing in something. Believing that one's life has a purpose. I like things like that. Sticking to one thing doggedly, irrespective. I think one ought to. Mean something to other people. Don't you think so as well? I know it sounds childish, but I believe in it. Goodness, it's raining a lot!"

"It's strange. You go around almost any old how. Do almost any old thing. I'll marry Karl-Henrik and we'll have a few children that I'll raise. All that is decided. it's inside of me. It's nothing to ponder over. It's a huge feeling of security. Then I have a job that I like and am happy with. That's good too. But in another way. But it's good... good. It's good."

"I'm interested in film and theatre, but I go so seldom. I have enormous admiration for artists. I think art has an enormous importance in life. Especially for people who are in difficulties of some kind."

"I don't know what to say, Doctor. First her face looks soft, almost childish. Then you see her eyes... She's got such a severe look, I think."

"Elisabet's letter: My dear: I'd always like to live like this. This silence, living cut off — this feeling how the battered soul finally begins to straighten out. Alma's spoiling me in the most moving manner. I think, by the way, that she's enjoying herself and is quite taken with me — even smitten in an unconscious and delightful way. It's fun studying her. Sometimes she cries over past sins — an episodic orgy with a totally strange boy followed by an abortion. She complains that her notions of life don't accord with her actions."