Quotes About Danger

He bent to take her arm, and I saw his shirt was spattered with blood. Streaks and drips of blood marked his shirt with slaughterhouse designs, and more blood speckled his face. I

Deep purple moved through the blue as Pike left. Pike was creepy good at this stuff, but Pike had taken a serious risk by entering Jon's home. A cocked-and-locked Kimber .45 was only inches away, not that it had done Jon any good. Embarrassing. Jon

What the fuck are you doing in my house? I could've shot your ass." "Is someone in Los Angeles selling military munitions?" Talk about non sequitur. Jon

Jon glanced at his bedroom again. Nothing moved within the black rectangle framed by the doors. "Al-Qaeda." Pike nodded. "Listen, so you know, just because some idiot sells this crap doesn't mean it's going to terrorists. All-American morons turn grenades into paperweights, and RPGs into lamps." "The woman doesn't care about morons. She's been trying to contact an FTO." FTO. Foreign terrorist organization. Jon

I need you and Dennis on the house. Two men, twenties to thirties, dark hair straight and on the long side, five-eight to five-ten. The shorter guy is probably Latino." "They at your place now?" "No, but they'll be back. They made keys." "Ah. You want'm field dressed?" "Just let me know.

Pike tapped Jon's leg, and Jon rolled on, cruising back to their cars. Everything moved quickly after their brief reconnoiter, which was how Pike liked it. Speed was good. In armed confrontations, speed was the difference between life and death. Cole

There are two crime scenes at every kidnapping. The first crime scene is where they snatch you, the second is where the cops find your body.

Vincent said, "You never answered my question." "What question was that?" "Down south. You think we faced off before?" "No." "How you know that for sure?" "You'd be dead." "That's funny. The boys told me the same thing about you." Pike

Pike said, "What's wrong?" "His name isn't Haines. It's Hewitt, and he isn't just your ordinary junkie. He's on the run from the Russian mob, he used to be in the federal witness protection program, and he doesn't have a clue that he or those children are in danger." Pike nodded. "So where's the surprise?" You never know if he means it.

Wozniak wet his lips. "You've got Paulette and Evelyn to think about." Wozniak's wife and daughter. The cloudy eyes flicked to Pike, as bottomless and as dangerous as a thunderhead. "I've been thinking about them, Pike. You bet your ass.

The tall man's pistol suddenly appeared in front of Orlato's face, locked dead center between his eyes. The flat copper snouts of its bullets slept in their cylinder crypts. "Elvis

Pike chambered a round into his shotgun. "No," he said. "They're trapped with us.

dead coals can be hot enough to start a fire that will burn down an entire forest.

We are far more likely to lose our life savings to an oily-tongued swindler than our lives to a steely-eyed killer.

Battle is a frightening thing, a terrible thing, but once you develop a taste for it…nothing else comes close.

A beast barely able to restrain itself carried a risk to its master.

There are no two things as important to us in life and in art as being threatened and being saved. What are ideals of form for if we aren't going to be made to fear for them? All our ingenuity is lavished on getting into danger legitimately so that we may be genuinely rescued.

To succeed in the game of power, you have to master your emotions. But even if you succeed in gaining such self-control, you can never control the temperamental dispositions of those around you. And this presents a great danger.

good luck is more dangerous than bad luck. Bad luck teaches valuable lessons about patience, timing, and the need to be prepared for the worst; good luck deludes you into the opposite lesson, making you think your brilliance will carry you through. Your fortune will inevitably turn, and when it does you will be completely unprepared.

with the Piedmont PD. He didn't talk about the war much, but he'd been in some shit, Hanson could tell. "Hanson, you got some kind of death wish. You're

In case it's escaped your notice, that bastard has tried to kill me twice now. How about using your considerable power to track him down rather than trying to unravel my unremarkable past?

Vampires," he said. "Six of them. And they're coming straight at us.

Silly human is trying to get himself killed. Zoltan turned toward the voice but saw only a dog resting on a porch a few houses down the road.

From the perspective of the dead, life was a dangerous thing: a world of bullets, with everyone dodging everyone else, and no one to blame but God or the cosmos, contingency or fate, whoever had fired the gun.