Quotes from Clive Cussler

We're not lost," he said in a cheery tone. "We're just locationally deficient and directionally challenged at the moment.

Life's a daring adventure or nothing at all.

While like most men, Sam prided himself on being equipped with a supernatural internal compass that kept him from ever being lost, he'd also learned to concede those rare times when that compass seemed to be temporary disrepair.

Americans have an annoying habit of accomplishing what they set out to do.

My daddy always said, 'Luck never gives, it lends

A grief-stricken man is driven to defy the gods.

Not to worry," said Giordino with humorous detachment. "If the inscriptions prove ancient, they're probably nothing but a book of ancient recipes." "Recipes for what?" inquired Helm. "Goat," said Giordino moodily. "A thousand and one ways to serve goat.

Hitting the first molecules of the upper atmosphere created friction that merely warmed the rod. The lower it fell, the more the heat built, until the entire length of the rod glowed red then yellow, and, finally, a brilliant white.

When power is up for grabs," Pitt said, "the first casualty is often liberty.

Dangerous things, books." "Look what it did to your brain.

Take away the clothes of the greatest living man, his father once told him, and you behold a very embarrassed, naked and defenseless animal.

A man accepts the thankless burden of responsibility. We women do not. To us, life is a game we play one day at a time.

fisherman had to be a combination biologist, meteorologist, mechanic and mariner. Their livelihood, their very lives, depended on their store of practical knowledge.

Two unarmed men against six loaded for bear. We need to even the odds." "Got a plan?" asked Giordino. "I certainly do." Giordino gave the little man with the academic, nerdy look a bemused stare. "Is it evil, rotten, and sneaky?" Gunn nodded, with an impish grin. "All that, and more."   THE

They who await no gifts from chance, conquer fate.

Youth and vigor are no match for age and treachery.

A season with the herd and you'll be riding like an arat," Noyon said, referring to the local horsemen. "A season in that saddle and I'd be ready for traction," Giordino grumbled.

Great escape read, yet always come back again and again

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Giordino, on the other hand, simply sighed in resignation. "Who else," he asked no one in particular, "but Dirk Pitt could tramp off into a blizzard on an uninhabited backwater island in the Antarctic and discover a beautiful girl?

If ever a car was created by designers with dreams of grandeur, it had to be the 1958 Buick Limited: the heftiest, highest-priced and most opulent monster ever to hit the street in the '50s.

I'd give my left arm for the Merrimack.

I was born about 80 years too late. If you were a kid in 1910, the Fourth of July was a big deal. You knew all about the Revolution, and you still had Civil War veterans.

I'm not a great writer of literature. I'm an entertainer.