Quotes About Reacher

waitress came by and Reacher ordered his go-to breakfast, which was coffee plus a short stack of pancakes with eggs, bacon, and maple syrup.

Chang said, "I don't understand how you drink so much coffee." "Law of gravity," Reacher said. "If you tip it up, it comes right out. You can't help but drink it." "Your heart must be thumping all the time." "Better than the alternative.

I bet he burned real well. All that fat? I bet he went up like a lamb chop on a barbecue." King said nothing. Reacher said, "You would too, probably. You're not much thinner. Is it a genetic thing? Was your momma fat as well as ugly?" No

Reacher said, 'Do you have an accurate headcount?' McQueen said, 'Twenty-four tonight, not including me.' 'Six left, then.' 'Is that all? Jesus.' 'I've been here at least twenty minutes.

Military police," Reacher said. "But don't worry. I'm sure by five o'clock we'll have plenty of civilized people here. You can give up on me and get along with them instead." The

Reacher nodded. He said, "Anything else you can tell me?" Mortimer went quiet so long Reacher thought maybe he had fallen into a geriatric coma. Or died. But then he moved. He raised the same bent and bony hand. This time not a warning. This time an appeal for attention. Like a comedian calming a crowd, ahead of a punch line.

Reacher asked him, "What do you know about the laundromat down the block?" The guy turned back. The blade hissed and sung behind him. He looked puzzled at first, and then a little hostile, as if he suspected someone was making fun of him. Then he looked preoccupied, as if he was struggling with a difficult arithmetic calculation, and coming out with an answer he liked but didn't trust.

Maybe Burke was offering tactical advice. Do this, then do that. But Reacher couldn't understand the semaphore. And he felt it would likely be superfluous anyway.

The Reacher brothers' need for caffeine makes heroin addiction look like an amusing little take-it-or-leave-it sideline.

I have rules," Reacher said. "I have plenty of rules. One of which says a wounded veteran gets the benefit of the doubt. But another of which says always be gone before the government arrives. So I agree. We need to thread the needle.

President Harry S Truman's hometown. Reacher's favorite president.

Reacher sat down in the lawn chair next to Scorpio's. He stretched out and got comfortable and stared straight ahead at an inert Maytag. Scorpio was silent beside him. They looked like two old men at a ball game. The sentries stayed on the floor, breathing, but not easily.

Reacher sat on the arm, slow and casual, wanting to look like less of a threat, wanting to anchor himself at that end of the room, knowing a standing guy will be told to sit, and often where, whereas a sitting guy was rarely moved.

I don't understand how you drink so much coffee." "Law of gravity," Reacher said. "If you tip it up, it comes right out. You can't help but drink it.

She said the classroom was uncomfortable, because of the desks, which was true, especially for Reacher. He was six feet five and two hundred fifty pounds. He

Then you probably won't know this Reacher guy," he said."According to Mrs. Jacob, he was an Army officer. So I checked, and she was right. He

Piet Mondrian was his favourite painter of all time, and this exact picture was his favourite work of all time. The title was Composition with Red, Yellow and Blue. Mondrian had painted the original in 1930 and Reacher had seen it in Zurich, Switzerland.

There was nothing in the fourth stack. Not even a possible. A hundred and sixty gone by. Neagley slid the final forty into place. Reacher watched Klopp. One card at a time, left thumb and index finger, held easy, not near and not far. Decent vision, with his glasses on. Genuine concentration. Not a bored blank stare or an impatient sneer. A calm focus. He was interrogating the photographs, one by one, point by point. Eyes, cheek bones, mouth. Yes or no. No

Reacher had no patience for people who claimed that y was a vowel.

The guy wrote Reacher in a box on a form.

Chang said, "The French are crazy." Reacher said, "My mother was French." "Was she crazy?" "Pretty much.

Aberjhani is an award-winning poet who is featured in our first DREAM REACHERS book. An awesome talent.

I would love to do another 'Jack Reacher' movie.

I had a teacher once, grade school somewhere. Philippines, I think, because she always wore a big white hat. So it was somewhere hot. I was always twice the size of the other kids, and she used to say to me: count to ten before you get mad, Reacher. And I've counted way past ten on this one. Way past.