Quotes from Scott Sigler

If you run, your enemy will hunt you. Kill your enemy, and you are forever free.)

But is that what life is like for everyone? Can a person truly make a life of their own, or can they only continue the culture into which they are born?

I'm sorry, but this isn't a movie or a play—there is no convenient third-act rescue that gives us an easy solution. This is real life.

We can be whoever we want to be. We can make a new future now. If we make mistakes, at least those mistakes will be ours.

Her attraction to him hadn't dulled in the least. She stared at him. He stared right back with those beautiful distant green eyes. "Guys," Pookie said, "I know yal have a bit of backstory to work out, but can we lay off the wistful gazing? This ain't a Joan Wilder novel, if ya dig what I'm saying."...

Violence and strength are the same thing. In all the history of all the worlds before this one, and in all the history of all the worlds yet to come, the violent always win. Those who are capable of committing violence, or getting others to commit violence for them, or who build systems that create mass violence, more efficient violence—those beings eliminate the opposition and, therefore, create the future.

Do you know the difference between a hero and a martyr?" Quentin shook his head. "A hero is alive," Father Harry said. "A martyr is not.

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Our symbols aren't supposed to matter, but that's wishful thinking—symbols always matter.

You can fuck your math teacher but you can't fuck math.

Light-colored roofs aren't a good complement to splattered blood. Long brown lines and streaks marked the rough gray paint, creating a Jackson Pollock canvas of death and dirt. The

This isn't D.C., Murrary, this is Ann Arbor, Michigan. This is a long-haired, pot-smoking little college town.

Great art is in the eye of the beholder, but great football is in the record books.

What was that smell? Had someone left food in here? She looked under the desktop, then under the chair before she realized what it was. The smell was her.

The problem began with his telomeres. What is a telomere? Picture the little plastic bits on the end of your shoelaces. Imagine each time you tie your shoes, you have to clip off a little bit of that plastic part to get it to go through the lace holes. After you've done this enough times, the plastic tip is gone and the shoelace starts to unravel. Once the laces unravel enough, it's impossible to tie your shoes, and you walk around looking like a goober.

Ju smiled condescendingly. "I understand. I mean, I just got here. As long as we keep winning, the team will keep following your lead, right?

Don't base reality on what you have seen when you have seen very little,

The quality of a person's life is in direct proportion to their commitment to excellence, regardless of their chosen field of endeavor.

When a room at the CIA headquarters is secret, a secret from people who spend their lives creating and breaking secrets, that's some pretty serious black-ops shit.

Birds fly overhead--well, not the birds I know [...], but brightly colored animals about the same size. Instead of feathered, flapping wings, these things have two sets of stiff, buzzing membranes. The membranes move so fast they are a blur. Blurds--that's what I will call these creatures.

You think I'm some inbred trailer-trash hick that watches the Springer show?

Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. The phrase is attributed to Herodotus and refers to the courier service of the ancient Persian Empire.

I want to leave," she said suddenly. "I want to leave this place. Something bad is going to happen, unless we stop it. We need to call someone.

Beyond stupid," John said. "You play with fire, you're going to get the horns, Quentin. Remember I said that." "How could I forget?