Quotes About Observation

I was watching the minute hand, intently. It wasn't moving. I waited. It moved. It jumped ahead six degrees.

Eventually he was led to a small hot room. The air was full of flies, moving slowly. Two men sat on pillows, both bearded, one short and fat, the other tall and lean. Both were in plain white robes and plain white turbans. The

Sherlock Homeless.

whole square area from behind the secretary's head. She was at her

Perhaps he would glance down and see that he was doing 76 miles an hour, and he would see that 76 squared was 5,776, which ended in 76, where it started, which made 76 an automorphic number, one of only two below 100, the other being 25, whose square was 625, whose square was 390,625, which

If you hear hoof beats, you look for horses, not zebras.

She looked away. Her name was Marilyn. Marilyn Stone. She had been married to Chester for a long time. She knew it all. She had no real details, no real proof, no inclusion, but she knew it all anyway. How could she not know? She had eyes and a brain.

They're shrinks. You said so yourself. They overcomplicate things. If you hear hoof beats, you look for horses, not zebras.

No reason to look for complications. You hear hoof beats, you look for horses, not zebras.

Why's everybody looking at me? he asked. We checked the tape, she said. You know, the surveillance camera. So? She wouldn't answer. He reviewed his time in the room. He'd showered twice, walked around some, pulled the drapes, slept, opened the drapes, walked around some more. That was all. I didn't do anything, he said. She smiled again, wider. No, you didn't. So what's the big deal? Well, you know, you don't seem to have brought any pajamas.

inconspicuous left-hand turn off a

saw Spivey.

house. Out of sight, out of mind. That was the way he wanted it. He crossed the shoulder and leaned on his mailbox, watching

They looked at Neagley. Dark hair, dark eyes, a tan. A good-looking woman. She smiled at them. Her forearms were on the table. Reacher noticed her nails. They were shiny with clear polish, and neatly filed. Even on the right, which she must have done left-handed. She wouldn't use a nail salon. She couldn't bear her hands to be touched. She looked at one guy, and then the other. The

He headed onward and found a living area and looked at a sofa. A big old thing. Three-seater, easy. Plus extravagant curlicued arms. Long enough.

He saw the same kind of things, and began to understand them. The town explained itself to him, gradually, street by street.

SQUINTED through the

People see, but they don't look.

function for them? Or are you just some kind of onlooker?

couple of times in the first month. We saw

A guy got out. He was young. Early twenties, maybe. Six feet tall. Couple hundred pounds. Maybe more. Most of it fat. He was a big shapeless guy. He looked slow and clumsy.

He was close to Reacher's own height and weight, but slack and swollen, in a shirt as big as a circus tent, above a belt buckled improbably low, under a belly the size of a kettle drum. His face was pale, and his hair was colorless.

It lined up behind a 747 bound for Tokyo the way a mouse lines up behind an elephant.

front entrance, from about sixty yards on a diagonal