Quotes from Marcus Sakey

intentions and results. Cooper's intentions in killing Peters and releasing the video had been good; the results had been a disaster. Did that make his intentions wrong? If so, that meant morality was really only a way of talking about how we wished things were. Hope, empathy, idealism—maybe they didn't matter. Maybe the only

Are Luisa and Valerie back?" "This afternoon, commercial flight. Luisa wanted to know, and I quote, 'whose nutsack she needs to gargle' to score a seat on the jet next time." "Woman has a way with words.

You don't know that. And now we never will." "We're agents of the United States government, not some Third World dictator's private security force. That is not the way we work. We don't have

There was a skill to organizing your life into neatly bundled anecdotes, and he lacked it.

We couldn't arrest him if he was shooting strangers with one hand while jerking off into the American flag with the other.

He had a theory going about cities, that the dominant industry of the town filtered into every level of the place, from the architecture to the discourse.

several of which are in development as films. His fiction has been nominated for or won an Anthony, Barry, Macavity, Strand Critic's Circle, Readers' Choice, Crimespree, Dilys, Crime Shot, Indie Lit, Romantic Times, and ITW Thriller

Maybe a different job, though. Something boring, so no one asks follow-up questions about it." "Accounting?

Jack's house was crayon art and blaring cartoons and the smell of casserole. Ethan

To learn the true value of something, all you had to do was lose it. Brody poured drinks in crystal tumblers.

Turning the other cheek was a lovely sentiment, but in the real world, it mostly resulted in matching bruises.

But he was the one who'd called for compromise, and the nature of compromise was that no one was happy. That's how you knew a fair deal had been reached.

All he could do was try to focus, to put his attention on the woman right in front of him and the angle of her shoulder that meant she was about to shift her bag. To the man about to speak to his friend. To the little girl who looked a lot like Kate—no, push that away, no time now to think about Kate—reaching up for her mother's hand. When

Everything had a sweetness these days, a golden glow like he was watching his own life in some sun-faded movie print.

year in the US. So

Money at that level was not something that could be counted; it was dynamic, a living thing that swelled and shrank and consumed the money of others, companies buying companies buying companies for fifty iterations.

Look at a chessboard. Even the most elegant of wins required sacrifice.

I love telling stories for a living. The process of writing has its frustrations, but also its joys (there's no high like typing "The End.") The research is incredible. I love meeting other authors. I love working on something that's purely mine. But the best part is the idea that I kept somebody up past their bedtime, or made them miss their train stop. As a lifelong addict of story, it makes me happy to think that my work might hit other people the way books hit me.

No, I'm talking about undiscovered science. A thousand years ago, people believed the earth was flat. Five hundred years ago, doctors thought diseases were caused by an imbalance in the humors. A century ago, visiting the moon was the stuff of fantasists. There are always things we don't know yet, and they always look like superstition until we understand.

Revolution? You're an idiot. You don't even know what that word means. Forget your precious Mao and Che and Fidel. If they've appeared on a T-shirt, they haven't changed shit. You want revolution, look at Alexander Fleming. Penicillin transformed the world in ways Lenin and Washington only dreamt of.

Maybe the problem is that no one is telling the truth about it. Maybe if there were more facts and fewer agendas, none of this would be happening.

A gas man?" Her pupils dilated, and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

You can't stop the future. All you can do is pick a side.

Aging was essentially decay, the exhaustion of the body's ability to repair and renew itself.