"I'd really like to hear from you." "Even if I disappear for another six months?" "Just keep in touch. I'd like to know if you're dead or alive. And in any case I'll remember your birthday." "No strings?" Mimmi sighed and smiled. "You know, you're a dyke I could imagine living with. You'd leave me alone when I wanted to be left alone." Salander said nothing. "Apart from the fact that you're not really a dyke. You're probably bisexual. But most of all you're sexual-- you like sex and you don't care about what gender. You're an entropic chaos factor."
"I don't know what I am," Salander said. "But I'm in Stockholm now and pretty bad at relationships. In fact, I don't know a single person here. You're the first person I've talked to since I got home." Mimmi studied her with a serious expression. "Do you really want to know people? You're the most secretive and unapproachable person I know."
"You've changed, where have you been?" "Here and there." she said, but when she saw his annoyance she added. "I went to Italy and kept going. ...I don't know why I didn't say goodbye." "I'll tell you why: Because you don't give a shit about other people." Salander bit her lip, "Usually it's other people who don't give a shit about me."
"Bullshit, you've got an attitude problem and you treat people like dirt when they're trying to be your friend. It's that simple." Silence.