Quotes About Strength

He's a good man, Ranger said. And you? I'm better.

The golden years are for pussies. We went straight to brass.

Adaptation is one of the great advantages to being born and bred in Jersey. We're simply not bested by bad air or tainted water. We're like that catfish with lungs. Take us out of our environment and we can grow whatever body parts we need to survive. After Jersey the rest of the country's a piece of cake. You want to send someone into a fallout zone? Get him from Jersey. He'll be fine.

Nice tackle, babe. Ranger

He had a body like batman

they have enough testosterone between them, if testosterone were electricity they could light up New York City for the month of August

Yeah, but I want to take a look at your little peashooter. It's kinda cute. It's a gun, Brenda said. Lula pulled her Glock out of her bag and aimed it at Brenda. Bitch, this is a gun. It could put a hole in you big enough to drive a truck through.

Life is about survival of the fittest, and Jersey is producing the master race.

I may not be the most patient woman in the world, or the most glamorous, or the most athletic, but I'm right up there at the top of the line when it comes to resiliency.

He had a lot of muscle and a skill level somewhere between Batman and Rambo.

It's not a good idea to mess with a woman who has a pimple

My mother was about three feet from Pooka. She threw herself forward, grabbed hold of his shirt, and they both went down to the ground. They rolled around a little and by the time I reached them, my mother was on top, punching Pooka in the face. "She's beating the crap out of him," Lula said. "Way to go, Mrs. P.

Ranger was definitely wow. He stood half a head taller than me. He was perfectly toned muscle, and he had classic Latino good looks. He always smelled great. He dressed only in black. His eyes were dark. His hair was dark. His life was dark. Ranger had lots of secrets.

You come from a long line of scary women Ranger finally said.

a quotation from Seneca, the Roman philosopher. Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.

This here's the twenty-first century. Just 'cause we're women don't mean we can't be sick as men.

Morelli had always seemed invincible to me. He waded through crap every day and it all washed off in the shower. Even as a kid he was constantly getting into trouble and landing on his feet. He broke his leg and he was fine. He was shot and he was fine. Never defeated. And now he was the victim of cramping and diarrhea and he wasn't sounding good.

Never underestimate maternal rage.

Are you a feminist?" "You bet your ass," Lula said. "Unless I need something done that's man's work.

but I'm a Jersey girl. And Jersey girls always get their man.

You underestimate me. I'm pretty fucking mean." Morelli grinned. "You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious.

He was bigger and stronger than me, and probably crazier. Although some might argue that last point.

It's good to have a Ranger," Lula said. "He's like a personal Spidey.

Sure, I know that," Lula said. "Nothing scares you. You're a big badass bounty hunter." "Damn right," I said. And then I concentrated on not hyperventilating.