Quotes About Power

The smart money brings a gun to a knife fight. Reacher brought a hydrogen bomb.

Don't underestimate the attraction of your ass, Roscoe, whatever you do.

There are a lot of them, all around the wsorld, all built a lifetime ago, during the long and spectacular blaze of American military power and self-confidence, when there was nothing we couldn't or wouldn't do. I was a product of that era, but not a part of it. I was nostalgic for something I had never experienced.

I don't really care about the little guy. I just hate the big guy. I hate big smug people who think they can get away with things.

Law and order are everywhere the law and order which protect the established hierarchy.

Her breasts rested on the edge of the table.

No one expects a head butt. Humans don't hit things with their heads. Some inbuilt atavistic instinct says so. A head butt changes the game. It adds a kind of unhinged savagery to the mix. An unprovoked head butt is like bringing a sawed-off shotgun to a knife fight. The guy went down like an empty suit.

Some kind of internecine conflict, over the spoils.

A crowd two hundred strong was the largest animal on the face of the earth. The heaviest, the hardest to control, the hardest to stop. The hardest to kill. Big targets, but after-action reports always showed that crowds took much less than one casualty per round fired.

People say that knowledge is power. The more knowledge, the more power. Suppose you knew the winning numbers for the lottery? All of them? Not guessed them, not dreamed them, but really knew them? What would you do? You would run to the store, is what. You would mark those numbers on the playslip. And you would win.

We drove under a giant gray wing and headed out over open blacktop straight for a small white airplane standing alone. A corporate thing. A business jet. A Lear, or a Gulfstream, or whatever rich people buy these days. The paint winked in the sun. There was no writing on it, apart from a tail number. No name, no logo. Just white paint. Its engines were turning slowly, and its stairs were down.

He drew back the string an extra inch. The arrowhead moved backward, the same inch, toward his hand, clenched tight around the grip. The bow curved harder. It sang with tension.

He had big wrists. They were as thick as most men's ankles. Summer stood next to the map, staring at the pushpins, like she was leading his gaze toward them and saying: We know. I sat at my desk. "What's your name?" I said. "For the record." "Trifonov," he said. His accent was heavy and abrupt, all in his throat.

I'm going to twist his arm out of his shoulder socket and beat him to death with his own right hand.

Cozo's guys could let your name slip." "So?" "They could tell him where you live." "And that's supposed to scare me? Look at me, Blake. Get real. There's maybe ten people on the planet I need to be scared of. Extremely unlikely this guy Petrosian happens to be one of them.

the loud diesel roaring died into the mountain silence.

steady sixty. A mile a minute. Hypnotic. Power line poles flashed

loan sharking as the icing on the cake. He had

And if the power is cut for any reason, even for an instant, the system fails safe and the doors automatically revert to locked.

Cand e vorba de sange, cu putin ajungi departe.

realpolitik

fifty feet above the rocks. The wind

Without breaking stride Reacher head-butted him full in the face. Left, right, bang. A perfect ten, for style and content, and power and precision.

Where would the American feel dominant? This is a negotiation, we assume. He'd want a psychological advantage. He would want to be comfortable, and he would want the other guy to be uncomfortable.