Quotes from Lee Child

His name had been Jason Kenneth Rickard, and he had finished his earthly sojourn a month shy of his twenty-ninth birthday.

Era posible que estuviera reaccionando como reaccionan muchas víctimas de secuestros: con cierta desconfianza hacia quienes no han compartido su experiencia.

He finished his story with a little facial shrug, part Yankee modesty, part genuine perplexity. As in, how did that happen?

ginning up municipal revenue with a radar gun out on the highway, now prowling

Her eyes were green, and they were warm and liquid with some kind of deep, dreamy satisfaction. There was sparkle, muted, like winking sunlight on a woodland stream. And bitter amusement. She was mocking him, and herself, and the whole wide world.

there with the unfamiliar insignia of their rank.

Reacher killed the lights and squeezed back through the slit in the plastic. He crossed the empty

The adjustment process wasn't made any easier by the response he received from the other patrons. Everyone was pleased to see him. He felt like a magnet with the right polarity.

My rule of thumb is those kind of questions are best answered afterward. Experience beats conjecture every time." She

front. Then the leader swung the truck's right rear door shut. Last

We can't let the perfect be the enemy of the good.

Marilyn Stone

Then she said Peter McCann had lived in her building for a good many years, and they had grown close, in a gruff and occasional and good-fences kind of a way.

The Darkling Halls of Ivy, I

He had seen the herd instinct at work, the anonymity, the removal of inhibition, the implied permissions of collective action. He had seen that an angry crowd was the most dangerous animal on the face of the earth.

difference between intaglio and lithography?

The missing guy got back from the restroom. He stood behind Reacher's chair, arms spread wide in exaggerated perplexity. As if to say, what the hell is going on here? Who is this guy? Reacher kept one eye on Jimmy Rat, and one on the window alongside him, where he could see a faint ghostly reflection of what was happening behind his shoulder.

I counted off seventy-two seconds, which represents a mile at fifty miles an hour.

She looked away and said nothing, but then eventually she nodded, in a way that could have been deeply contemplative, or ruefully determined, or somewhere in between. It was hard to tell.

You're not dressed like a Mormon." "So you go knock on the door. Just in case. If he's there, tell him you're a Mormon who is coincidentally also in the snowplow business, and you want to talk to him about insurance against global warming.

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Being dumb wasn't a capital crime. Wasn't a crime at all, in fact. Merely a handicap.

He turned and saw the others come out after him. The not-very-magnificent seven.

Tell me how you talk for a minute without using the letter A.