Quotes from David Baldacci

Assassins tended to favor bulky clothing and small handguns.

Rogers showed dressed in his new clothes, and slipped his smartphone into his inside jacket pocket. He drove over to the Grunt and parked in the rear.

But don't sit here and think that you're cured, because that's the biggest load of crap I've ever heard. People who want to get better, they work at it. They don't lie to themselves and everyone else. They don't sit on their ass and sink deeper into a pathetic existence while denying anything's wrong at all. They have balls not bullshit. And I'm pretty much fed up with yours.

She did ask for the name. And I gave it to her. Okay, now I remember. After

screen. "Then get your gear and head out." When White looked back moments later, Puller

What's a quick fling in the sack compared to decades of indifference?

And can I camping on you to cover my back? You have to ask? I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think I had to. Yes, I'll have your back. Will you have mine? I've had your back ever since you showed up, Knox. (John Puller and Veronica Knox)

something always leads to something else.

The cooler here holds twenty bodies. That used to be plenty. Never got filled up. Then the opioid crisis hit full force and the city had to buy a refrigerated trailer for excess capacity.

Life is crazy and maddening and often makes no sense.

Knowing your pain tolerance is important. Pills and needles mask it. Not good. I could be slipping and I'd never know it.

People need to have faith in their government." Decker said, "Well, maybe the government might want to consider earning that faith.

To her, companionship must have seemed highly overrated.

Results in the real world came from slow, dogged work, compiling facts and building conclusions and deductions based on those facts. And a little luck never hurt either. A

time—quite the reverse. Puller hadn't even reached his Malibu when he heard the man.

trailer park buy them

She talked to herself as she wrote. Dark hair, about six four five, two-forty. Shoulders the size of Nebraska. Amazing blue eyes. She put down her pen. Amazing blue eyes?Where did that come from?

Decker's longtime FBI partner, Alex Jamison, had been transferred to New York and found what looked to be love with a Wall Street investment banker. His old boss at the FBI, Ross Bogart, had retired and was learning to play golf—badly, he had heard—in Arizona.

human beings, for better or worse, were undeniably social creatures. Without interaction they went mad.

We came home to hatred and disgust and…maybe even worse, indifference.

When her long fingers clamped around Michelle's in a handshake, Michelle wondered if the woman used to call herself Carl.

sure our corpulent friend

I let circumstances beyond my control define me. That's not good. That's worse than lying to yourself. It's like you're lying to your soul.

He put in his search and refined it as he went along, adding as much information as he could remember. Finally, an address came back. He used street view to see the place.