Quotes About Confrontation

We don't teach them to fight fair, and we don't start a fight.

Never revive a guy who had just pulled a gun on you.

We're going to beat you so hard your kids will be born dizzy.

Facts were to be faced, not fought.

You could try, Reacher said. But you'd get hurt. You're out of your league. You're up against something you never saw before. You have a mighty high opinion of yourself. Reacher nodded at Neagley. I'm talking about her. I'm just here to clear up the mess.

I have a knife. And I have a rule. Pull a knife on me, I break your arm.

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.

Rule two: watch his eyes. If they stayed up, he was going to swing. If they dropped down, he was going to kick.

a yard and left, Dave," he said. O'Donnell was like a blind man. His eyes were tight on the two guys

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.

the open! So go for it! Jump on it! Just gobble it right up! "I don't know," he said. "We need to talk about it," she said. But there was no more talking to be done, not then, because the buzzer from the lobby started up an insistent squawk, like somebody was down there on the street leaning on the button. Jodie stood

The guy with Bennett let go of his elbow and started patting his pockets. He came out with the switchblade, now closed up again, and a Sig Sauer automatic, a P226, I thought, favored by Special Forces everywhere.

Two choices, as always: fight or flight. We were on 56th Street's southern sidewalk. I could have run straight across the road and tried to get away. But Leonid and his pal were probably faster than me. The law of averages. Most humans are faster than me. The old lady in the summer dress was probably faster than me. Her old gray mutt was probably faster than me.

then to turn and kick the back seat guy, in the head, and the front seat guy, the same, to keep them out of action on the ground, and

The guy said nothing in reply to that, and Reacher stepped back and closed the door on him. Chang said, "If our aim is to get out of here alive, I don't think you should be antagonizing them.

Reacher glanced back. The guy on the right was about to transition from unconscious to concussed. The guy on the left was squirming halfheartedly and pawing at everything between his ribcage and his knees.

Then finally he opened the wrong door, and what came out at him was his problem, not mine.

I want you to swallow your tongue. I want you to just gulp it down, real sudden, like it was an oyster.

Joe stared at him. "You let her do that?" Lamonnier shrugged. An expressive, Gallic shrug, just like my mother's.

Then Reacher breathed out and raised a placatory don't-shoot palm, and he half-stood, slow and calm, unthreatening, the complete opposite of sudden, and he kept himself half-turned away from the guys with the guns, and half-turned toward the group on the sofa, and he said, "Come on, Emily, let's get this done. They're going to nail you one way or the other. Might as well make it easy on yourself.

If you can't acquaint an opponent with reason, you must acquaint his head with the sidewalk.

He was moving in the chair. Imperceptibly. Tiny violent movements, from side to side. Like he was fighting two alternating opponents, one on his left, one on his right. Like he knew he had to tell me where he had been, but like he knew he couldn't. He was jumping around like the absolute flesh-and-blood definition of a rock and a hard place.

Reacher's personal rule of thumb was never to revive a guy who had just pulled a gun on him. He was fairly inflexible on the matter.

If you see something scary you should stand up and walk toward it. Not away from it. Instinctively, reflexively, in a raging fury.