Quotes from Clive Cussler

Urquhart could somehow feel the glow on his skin as the hairs on his arms raised up and the thick pelt of man fur that covered his torso and back prickled as if the legs of a thousand insects were crawling on his body.

That madwoman threatened to shoot off my testicles.

Sandecker picked out a cigar from a humidor on the bedside table and lit it. Even though the trade embargo with Cuba had been lifted in 1985, he still preferred the milder flavor and looser wrap of a Honduras over the Havana. He always felt that a good cigar kept the world at bay.

Rakkaus - - vaanii meitä kuin kuolema ja verot.

Finally, slowly, like a newly lighted oil lamp gathering kerosene up into its wick, Wally's face began to glow. He turned to Mack Fulton. "Mack, you know what's on my mind?

Actually, Herbert-Miller. But call me Grace. Come in, please.

Pitt has always looked in the future and found it full of excitement and adventure. In the 1970s he was a man of the '80s. Now he is a man of the '90s. Like a scout out for a wagon train, Pitt looks over the next hill and tells us what's there. He sees what we'd all like to see in our imaginations.

LATE IN THE MORNING, A MAN DROVE AN OLD WAGON, hitched to a pair of mules

Gene Seagram was a tall lanky man, with a quiet voice and a courteous manner, and, except for a large, flattened nose, he could almost have passed as an unbearded Abe Lincoln.

past the cemetery outside the town of Rhyolite, Nevada.

Hi there, this is Captain Nemo of the Submarine Nautilus speaking. Over. You're who? The guy in Twenty Zillion Leagues Under the Sea. You know. Great flick. Saw it when I was a kid in Seattle. Best part was the fight with the giant squid.

Black hair fell past his neck but just short of the shoulders. His head was protected by a stained Mexican sombrero.

You can't drive down the middle of the Mall! I damned well can and will so long as we live to tell about it!

Despite his size, Lincoln moved through the jungle with the easy grace of a predatory cat, finding the tiniest openings between the dense vegetation so as not to disturb anything. His feet seemed to barely brush the loamy ground. He was so stealthy that the background symphony of insects and bird cries never dropped in volume or rose in alarm.

humans. "How did they get here? How could a train come to be lost in the middle of the lake all these years?" The tall man gazed out over the calm

A young woman sat on the step in front of him, fiddling with the heel of a strappy shoe. She wore a white cocktail dress with a

If anybody questions you, just say you're friends of the Bayou Kid. That's what some people call me around here. Except for my old fishing pal, Tom Straight, the bartender. He still calls me by my given name.

for a democracy to flourish, it must have an incorruptible bureaucracy.

The motorcycle crashed into the wine cellar of the hotel's restaurant. There must be a hundred broken bottles of vintage wine flowing down a drain in the floor.

That'll put us about a hundred miles due east of Ho Chi Minh City in another five hours." The name always caught Max off guard. Vietnam's largest city would always be Saigon to him.

I never got Dad's name. The name on an envelope that was sticking out of his pocket read 'Clive Cussler.' That IS an odd name. Yet it sounds vaguely familiar. Whoever.

mountain passes that

drove his new customized Tesla

You didn't need to be lucky to be successful. You just needed to work hard.