Quotes from Adrian McKinty

Perhaps they are worse than evil - they are bored.

Your body is a longbow carved from hickory, her father said. Your body is a blade sharpened by tears, her mother said.

I am Trouble with a capital T. I'm Death with a capital D. If you give me any problems at all, I won't hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?

Why do you stay here? What's here, Rory? Peace, quiet, birds. Lots of birds.

There were no monsters on Dutch Island, but the beast was man, had always been man.

She was her mother's favorite saying come to life. The cure for everything is salt water: tears, sweat, or the sea.

She was composed. Calm. As calm as the sea, the grass, these old trees. She floated in the nowness of everything.

Kids have the gift of sleep. They were so peaceful, they were part of a tomorrow when all of this was over.

Fire became an enemy only if you couldn't move.

It was well before sunrise. But all you had to do was wait. Patience was a weapon. If you waited long enough, the dawn would come.

They can tell no one that they have gone through the looking glass and into the world where nightmares are real.

Getting rid of the mirrors—what a joke that was. Just hiding the truth. All those smashed mirrors in the town dump. All that bad luck circling back to her.

Something about this place screams denouement.

Revenge is the foolish stepbrother of justice.

What are your initial thoughts, Duffy?" he asked. "It was freezing out there, sir. Napoleon's retreat from Moscow, we had to eat the horses, we're lucky to be alive." "Your thoughts about the victim?

no conspiracy can survive exponential growth.

Age hasn't matured you. It's made those traits that were ticks in the twenty-five-year-old into full-blown affectations in the thirty-eight-year-old.

You know what they say. The living are only a species of the dead, aren't they? And a very rare species at that. The cradle rocks over the abyss.

To quote Bugs Bunny, it's mongoose season, and you're the fucking mongoose.

Don't go there, Sean. Not on a Sunday. There's no point making waves," Crabbie said. He was as impatient as I was but maybe he was right. We drove back to the station. I poured myself a Johnnie Walker which was the general libation used to liven up the office tea. Johnnie Walker in the tea, Jim Beam in the coffee.

Revenge is the foolish stepbrother of justice. I understood

She remembers Voltaire's warning about the perfect being the enemy of the good.

the difference between a physiotherapist and a terrorist is that you might have a chance of negotiating with a terrorist." ? Adrian McKinty, The Island

Camus said, "In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.