Quotes from David Baldacci

knew there were guys inside waiting to kill you. He held the phone in front of the reader

People often discounted narcissism as relatively harmless because the term sometimes conjured the clichéd image of a vain man staring longingly at his reflection in a pool of water or a mirror.

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mouth to start screaming. Not a bad way to go, actually. Seagraves calmly laid down the rifle and peeled off his jumpsuit

Yours and everybody else's," the guard said

The guard thought about this for a few moments. "When they first brought him here we did the standard strip search, no orifice overlooked.

When you lie a rush of adrenaline to the capillaries in the nose causes it to itch. So people who are lying tend to involuntarily scratch it.

The lights blazed from every window and Decker could hear the music blasting out of the place. It was country, with a dash of rock and roll, at least to his ear. It shot through the air like a sound cannon.

man had heard all he needed to. It was time

I can be fat or I can smoke. I can't be both." They

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Good Lord, boy. I don't talk business with a woman. They don't have the sense for it.

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will paint in pleasing colors." "How do you know which colors to use?" I asked. "There are instructions for each item on your workstation.

cut there. He instantly knew what Patti had done.

In other words, they wanted to make a synthetic plague that was actually far deadlier than the original version.

It was officially known as Kwan-li-so Number 18. That meant Penal Labor Colony in Korean. It was a concentration camp. It was a gulag. It actually was hell, near the Taedong River in North Korea's P'yongan-namdo province.

Reed said he could maybe find out where it came from back at his office. Check the certified mail records.

A minute of silence ticked by until Natalie said curtly, "What kind of a deal can I get?

Not really. All you have to do is spend your life running from one awful place to another, write about every horrible thing you see. The civilized world reads about it, then forgets it, but pats you on the head for doing it and gives you a reward as appreciation for changing nothing.

Pine was normally a light packer, a one-suitcase sort of girl. But for this trip, she had brought a second small suitcase. She set it on her bed and opened it. She looked down at the oddball assortment of items carefully packed inside

intel and no one gave it a second thought.

She did not believe in a benign higher being. She could not. She had suffered too much to think of a heavenly force in the sky that would let such evil walk the earth without lifting a hand to stop it.

just been traveling all day to get to you.