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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 147d046 | Do you have any concept of what I've already sacrificed for you? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 064fe51 | Fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 73b1bab | Life is too hard and too short not to be with the one you love. So choose me. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1afdee1 | What about the truth?" Ethan asked. "In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies. I would think a former employee of the federal government could grasp that concept." | Blake Crouch | ||
| 42347eb | When Daniela drinks, three things happen: her native accent begins to bleed through, she becomes belligerently kind, and she tends toward hyperbole. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 7188a4c | Everywhere Ethan looks, lights are coming on inside houses, the air becoming fragrant with the smell of suppers cooking. Through cracked windows, he hears clanging dishes, indistinct conversations, ovens opening, closing. Everyone he passes smiles and says hello. Like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 55ca8cc | By four o'clock in the morning they were tearing through a landscape that looked ready-made for missile testing. Scorched earth. Joyless mountains. No trees. Snakeskin country. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 769de50 | His hair was curly and black, and he didn't boast the intimidating build of either Isaiah or Jerrod. But his eyes were as hard as any she'd ever met. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 7ef76b3 | She had come twenty minutes early, but he was already there. He sat in a corner booth with a view of the street and the entrance. Watching her. She forced a smile and walked unsteadily down the aisle beside the counter. The points of her heels clicked on the nicotine-stained linoleum. Sliding into the booth across from Javier, she nodded hello. He had short black hair and flawless brown skin. Every time they'd met, Letty thought of that say.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| e00aa11 | She cursed loud enough to attract the attention of an older man who'd dolled himself up for the evening, his eyes glaring at her over the top of the Asheville Citizen-Times. She slashed him with a sardonic smile and got up, enraged at herself over this swell of weakness. She took two steps. Everything changed. The anger melted. Exhilaration flooding in to take its place. In the emotion and fear of the moment, it had completely escaped her. | Blake Crouch | ||
| b5f8cb4 | Bartender." And though the word hadn't been shouted, something in its tone implied a command that ought not be ignored. Clearly the barkeep picked up on it, too, because he was standing in front of Arnold almost instantaneously, like he'd been summoned." | Blake Crouch | ||
| f2041bd | Always puts me in mind of that F. Scott Fitzgerald line: Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 729763b | Careful. Like shooting-heroin-into-your-femoral-artery careful. There's a razor blade hidden in the bottom of your handbag under a piece of black electrical tape. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1ec6e45 | This is Daniela with an energy like the first time we met fifteen years ago, before years of life-the normalcy, the elation, the depression, the compromise-transformed her into the woman who now shares my bed: amazing mother, amazing wife, but fighting always against the whispers of what might have been. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1ef8feb | Letty had barely touched her food. Javier stared down at her through a pair of aviator sunglasses. "You forgot something," she said. "What's that?" "My name. Who will they be expecting?" "Selena Kitt. S-E-L-E-N-A K-I-T-T. But you won't be carrying any identification." | Blake Crouch | ||
| ef18d05 | She studied the document. "Looks like a bunch of legalese." "Pretty much." "You wanna give me the CliffsNotes since I didn't go to law school?" | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1b7b067 | He watched its heart beating. He watched it blinking. "You are one ugly motherfucker." | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1c6bd75 | It has altered," Leven says, "but only slightly. Nitrogen and oxygen, thank God, are still the main components. But the makeup is now one percent more oxygen, one percent less nitrogen. Greenhouse gases have returned to pre-Industrial Age levels." | Blake Crouch | ||
| ff33402 | The day wears on. The light fades. It snows harder with each passing hour. Up and down Main, Christmas lights wink on. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 6e4b039 | Jessica's smile makes Ron slide his hand over the console, let it work down between her blue-jeaned thighs. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 136c755 | She stopped at the foot of the trio of beach chairs and smiled down at Richter and his men. Richter was in the middle. The one on the left was a hairy beast of a man with the fat-over-muscle build of someone who'd earned their conditioning from life experience, not a gym bike. Someone who possessed the brute core strength to physically break you. The man on the right was younger and leaner, but still carried plenty of brawn. It squared with.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 22a1c27 | That's a perfect clone of Richter's phone. Has all his voice mails, text history, contacts, data usage, apps. More importantly, every call or text that comes to Richter will first hit us. We'll have the option to intercept, pass along, or kill it. You'll see the incoming texts and calls on that phone. I'll see them on my laptop. If it's okay with you, I'll just set up my base of operations here. | Blake Crouch | ||
| d96f3a8 | I make a phone call, and you spend the rest of your life in prison, possibly death row. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 8d1f441 | It's a strange thing, being the parent of a teenager. One thing to raise a little boy, another entirely when a person on the brink of adulthood looks to you for wisdom. I feel like I have little to give. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 764709c | It was the strangest sort of fear. Unspecified. Like walking in the woods at night, not knowing exactly what you should be afraid of, and the fear all the more potent precisely because of its mystery. | Blake Crouch | ||
| bce05ef | You're saying that, out of an infinite number of realities, I intentionally picked this shithole?" "Not intentionally. Maybe it's a reflection of what you were feeling at the moment you opened the door." -- | Blake Crouch | ||
| 264cff0 | Everyone black-suited. None younger than thirty, none older than forty-five. Each exuding his own special brand of ex-military, fucked-by-life hardness. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 9f17e51 | She loved at light-speed. No hesitation. No regrets. No conditions. No reservations. | Blake Crouch | ||
| e4cbe90 | It took Letty four tries to get her left leg through the harness. Isaiah watching her from the window. He said, "You gotta lock that shit down." "Lock what down?" "Your panic." | Blake Crouch | ||
| dc1916b | Letty sat on a velvet couch, propped up with pillows. Rich royal-purple drapes everywhere she looked. Ivy walls. Candlelight. She had the best lamb she'd ever tasted. Must've been fed gold flakes and the milk of the gods. The bread cart was legendary. Like baked clouds. Everything plated as beautifully as jewelry. The artistic detail more precise than coinage. | Blake Crouch | ||
| feb0cd3 | I'm often asked how Chad and I approach the process of cowriting a script. We figured out an egalitarian method (well, to be fair, it was Chad's idea). | Blake Crouch | ||
| 22bf383 | It took five minutes for the barkeep to come around. He was an old salt--tall and thin. So grizzled he looked like he'd been here back when Ponce de Leon first showed up. Letty ordered a vodka martini. While he shook it, she eavesdropped on a conversation between an older couple seated beside her. They sounded midwestern. The man was talking about someone named John, and how much he wished John had been with them today. They had gone snorke.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 7410ffe | It begins to go so fast," Fitch said. "What?" "Time. You cling to every second. Savor everything. Wish you'd lived all your days like this. Excuse me." | Blake Crouch | ||
| ec8f423 | May a pack of blessings light upon thy back.'" "Ah, Shakespeare. Lovely." | Blake Crouch | ||
| 33d56b8 | Given for me to confirm I had removed the chip. The first at 1400 on Day 5312. The next at 1500 on Day 5313. If I failed to remove the chip by Day 5313, we would have no further interaction. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 3e447fc | There are similarities between you and Van Gogh, Letisha. Both fiery redheads, with a nasty predilection for self-injury. Suffering from what the psychoanalysts would best describe as 'daddy issues.' And, perhaps most pityingly, both masters of a trade you would never be appreciated for. At least, not in life. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 5247a9a | Something niggled her. A seemingly small fact she was overlooking. A rodent scurried through some leaves nearby. A mosquito whined in her ear. What was it? No flashlight. That was it. Fitch hadn't brought a flashlight outside with him. When she'd glimpsed him walking down the steps, she'd expected to see a light wink on. But it never did. And then he'd just strolled up that path in the dark like-- Her breath caught in her chest. --like he c.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 6ab561d | Isaiah said, "I'll need access to Richter's phone for one hour. This is his replacement." "Does it work?" "No. It was impossible for Mark to replicate his contact list, apps, texts, call history. Safer play to swap it for a nonfunctioning phone. It'll power up and display a black screen. What I'm asking isn't easy. I need you to swap his current phone out for this one. Then you're going to have to hand off his phone to my contact at the clu.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 0cf1c33 | But like every important, defining moment in his life, it had all roared by too fast. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 2231e31 | Next morning, Letty cabbed out to an IHOP in the xeriscaped burbs, several miles west of the glitz of the Strip. The emotion of the previous night still clung. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 2f22948 | The funny thing is, as bad as I am, I don't have it in me to murder her husband. Is there a fate worse than being halfway evil? | Blake Crouch | ||
| fabe7e8 | He grabbed her hands and turned them over. Exposed her wrists. Traced a finger down her scars. Suicide hickeys. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1f7e52d | My life is over," he said. "But it's still yours." "I don't want it." | Blake Crouch | ||
| 7f0e12b | Sure, I flip people off in traffic on occasion, but that's just Chicago. My | Blake Crouch |