Quotes from Lee Child

the Irish seven-course meal is a six pack and a potato

guy with the money stood up.

Being out felt great. Felt like freedom. Like all my life I'd had a slight headache. Not noticing until it was gone.

Suicide bombers are easy to spot. They give out all kinds of telltale signs. Mostly because they're nervous. By definition they're all first-timers.

You're a bad-tempered type of guy, Finlay,' I said, 'Bad temper never made a anybody a criminal.

Combat is about time and space and opposing forces. Like a huge four-dimensional diagram. First step is misinform the enemy. Let him think your diagram is a completely different shape. You assume all communications are penetrated, and then you use them to spread lies and deceit. You buy yourself an advantage

I'm sure the guy is billeted close to the Pentagon. He's got high-level discussions in his future, I'm certain of that. We can find him if you want to talk to him." Then

I guess I can dream. Hope dies last, right?

nervous, which might have meant that back there in the parking lot the guy's heart was going as fast as 180 beats a minute, which meant those T-waves

the smart money never bets on the DoD having gotten exactly what it paid for. The

One death is a tragedy, a million is a statistic." "Joseph Stalin," Yanni said.

for lunch?" Deveraux

They think know-nothings are good because they're not invested in the status quo. They think they bring fresh perspectives

function for them? Or are you just some kind of onlooker?

Why don't you live anywhere?" "Do you have a house?" "Of course." "Is it a pure unalloyed pleasure?" "Not entirely." "So there's your answer.

He's smarter than me. I get things done better. He's more cerebral, I'm more physical.

great war leaves a country with three armies: an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves." And

how was yours?" "Busy," she said.

Rush hour in LA started thirty years ago. It'll finish when the oil runs out.

I don't know how much longer we can keep on doing it. It doesn't feel like a job for life." "It might have been, for Keever." "That's very blunt.

But we're not buying camels. So

He pushed off the wall and parted the crowd, chest out, as straight and slow as a funeral march. No one blocked him. He made it to the street door. In front of it was a tight knot of six men. In their thirties, probably, and none of them slender. But desk workers. Their suits were shiny on the ass and the elbow. He could read their body language. They were set to let him pass, and then they would about-turn fast and spill out behind him, on the damp and shiny cobblestones. Reacher

Anything to keep the guy awake. Anything to avoid the old joke: I want to die peacefully in my sleep like Grandpa. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.

saying it was