Quotes About Impact

Aim for the side of the skull, which is softer and displaces the brain more.

This is why we need more women officers. For us it's enough to win. For you, the other guy has to know he lost.

On his day of demobilization a lugubrious one-armed, one-eyed brigadier wished him well and then added, apropos of nothing, "Mark my words, Moutier, a great war leaves a country with three armies: an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.

I took my right hand off the wheel and reverse-punched him square between the eyes. It was a good solid smack. It put him right back to sleep. Manual anesthetic. He stayed out all the way back to the post.

Forty thousand suicides every year in America. One every thirteen minutes. Statistically we're more likely to kill ourselves than each other. Who knew?

Jack Reacher ordered espresso, double, no peel, no cube, foam cup, no china, and before it arrived at his table he saw a man's life change forever.

you know much about head injuries?' 'only the ones I cause

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.

What don't you need to do? she asked him. ... You don't need to solve all the world's problems, Joe. Only some of them. There are enough to go around. ... You've got the strength of two normal boys, she said. Then came my own personal question. What are you going to do with this strength? she asked me. I didn't answer. I never did. You're going to do the right thing, she said.

The guy said, "If you'd taken that punch on the upper arm, you'd expect one hell of a bruise. Which is exactly what you got. Not on the outside. Not enough flesh. The bruise is on the inside. On your brain. With a twin across the hall, because your brain bounced from side to side in your skull like a goldfish in a test tube. What we call coup and contre-coup.

Reacher let him fall. He landed on the bricks outside the bag shop, one arm right and the other arm wrong, like a swastika. He was breathing. A little bubbly, from the blood in his throat. His nose was badly busted. Cheekbones, too, maybe. Some of his teeth were out. Upper row, mostly. His dentist's kid was going to be just fine for college.

cerebral contusion, contusio cerebri, in fact two, both coup and contre

You have a cerebral contusion, in Latin contusio cerebri, in fact technically two, both coup and contre

that it's easy enough to shoot a man. But there's absolutely no way to unshoot one.

Because he was impressed by it

It's about surprise, really. If you can surprise them you don't have to hit them very hard.

Like a Zen question: If you put on a show, and nobody comes, have you in fact put on a show at all?

The half-inch bullet in the Barrett chamber weighs a hair over two ounces. One minute it's stationary. A thousandth of a second later, it's doing nearly nineteen hundred miles an hour, leaving the barrel behind on its way to the target.

get something out of them.

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

Shrago stayed on his feet for a long second, and then his knees got the message that the lights were out upstairs, and he went down in a vertical heap, like he had jumped off a wall.

delivered hard but with a degree of mercy, in that smashed

9. Un disparo

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