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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e83cffc | You want to leave. Huh. Keep in mind everything I just said, and now consider that you're the only person who's successfully flown that thing. You're in possession of critical knowledge that we've spent billions and a decade of our lives trying to acquire. I'm not saying this to scare you, only to appeal to your logical reasoning - do you think there's anything we won't do to extract that information from you? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 60c9baf | Senator Blake Crouch (D-Colo.), who | Marcus Sakey | ||
| ccc4662 | I feel like I have little to give. | Blake Crouch | ||
| b5f3b54 | through an actual haunted forest! Just hope that your tram doesn't break down, because this forest is PACKED with monsters... Draculas (with JA Konrath, Blake Crouch, and F. Paul Wilson). An outbreak of feral vampires in a secluded hospital. This one isn't much like Twilight. For information on all of these books, visit Jeff Strand's more-or-less official | Jeff Strand | ||
| a3d267b | There's a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential. | Blake Crouch | ||
| aa1da30 | Wenn die Gewalt zur Norm wird, passen sich die Menschen an die Norm an. | pines wayward-pines | Blake Crouch | |
| 94ef1e0 | The Many-Worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics posits that all possible realities exist. That everything which has a probability of happening is happening. Everything that might have occurred in our past did occur, only in another universe. What if that's true? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 154f65e | Happy man once." "You wish you stayed on the beach with Eleanor?" | Blake Crouch | ||
| 8d2b9cf | as he had? An abby streaked into the clearing. Then another. And another. A fourth. Fifth. No more. Please. No--A group of five joined the others. Then ten more. Soon there were twenty-five of them milling around the boulders in the shadow of that cliff. His heart fell. He crawled back | Blake Crouch | ||
| 3246495 | And a second thank you to my genius editor, Julian Pavia, who pushed me as hard as I've ever been pushed and made this book better on every page. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 543c4fc | I want her in a way I can't explain. That I don't ever want to be able to explain, because the mystery of it is a perfect thing. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 2a52969 | Eyes you can fall into and keep falling. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 2fbcd20 | He's a man on fire, in love with his life again. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 8bd0550 | YOU ARE THE ONLY FLOWER OF MEDITATION IN THE WILDERNESS. | Blake Crouch | ||
| e52403b | What am I missing, Abby? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 15eaaf6 | Unter gewissen Umstanden schliessen Sicherheit und Wahrheit einander aus. | wayward wayward-pines | Blake Crouch | |
| d29f995 | Du kannst werden, was immer du willst. Was du dir auch in den Kopf setzt. Folge einfach deinem Herzen und lebe deine Traume." - Die guten alten Plattituden einer ausgestorbenen Spezies." | wayward wayward-pines | Blake Crouch | |
| 745d86a | All the tiny, seemingly insignificant details upon which my world hangs. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 22653a9 | Daniela hasn't worn perfume in years, but she's wearing it tonight, and she smells like Daniela without me, like Daniela before our separate scents merged into us. | Blake Crouch | ||
| bb0c4af | It's one thing to be lost in a world that's not your own. Another thing entirely to know you've been replaced in yours. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 10e69a5 | The Many-Worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics posits that all possible realities exist. That everything which has a probability of happening is happening. Everything that might have occurred in our past did occur, only in another universe. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1d91422 | Actually, they're just as real as the one you and I are experiencing at this moment. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 525350c | Are you happy in your life? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 450aa54 | What a miracle it is to have people to come home to every day. To be loved. To be expected. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 51b2c57 | Are you losing your mind? You tell me. I can't. Why? Because I am you. | Blake Crouch | ||
| d88eb60 | It isn't married-people lovemaking that follows. We have fumbling, groping, backseat-of-the-car, unprotected-because-who-gives-a-fuck, protons-smashing-together sex. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 879b292 | Last year, the morning of the day he died in a nursing home, wasted from age and pneumonia, his father asked Ethan in a raspy voice, "You spend time with your son?" "Much as I can," he'd answered, but his father had caught the lie in his eyes. "It'll be your loss, Ethan. Day'll come, when he's grown and it's too late, that you'd give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him. Throw .. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 6f05b0b | And still, he was here. And by virtue of that fact, or rather because of it, this place wasn't perfect. His experience, there was darkness everywhere human beings gathered. The way of the world. Perfection was a surface thing. The epidermis. Cut a few layers deep, you begin to see some darker shades. Cut to the bone--pitch black. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 9584e44 | She whispered his name like a prayer, fingers already fast at work in that swampy heat between her thighs. | Blake Crouch | ||
| a85b774 | Back home, he'd often wake in the middle of the night to feel her arm thrown over him, her body contoured to his. Even on the hardest nights. Nights he'd come home late. Nights they fought. Nights he'd betrayed her. She brought so much more to the table than he ever had. She loved at light-speed. No hesitation. No regrets. No conditions. No reservations. While he hoarded his chips and held a part of himself back, she went all in. Every time.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 127a46f | There is a part of me that never left that room in Fallujah that smelled like rancid blood. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 6104780 | Just dozens and dozens of black windows into devastation. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 5bf6a7b | The punctuations of silence weren't completely uncomfortable. Ethan was beginning to understand that in Wayward Pines these periods of shared quiet were normal, expected, inevitable. Some people, by nature, were better at surface conversation than others. Better at walking the line, steering clear of forbidden topics. There was much more thinking before speaking. Like living in a novel of manners. | Blake Crouch | ||
| a9d6273 | Whole Foods smells like the hippie I dated before Daniela--a tincture of fresh produce, ground coffee, and essential oils. The | Blake Crouch | ||
| e5af59a | Scream until the drug took her. 5 They started arriving after four o'clock in the afternoon. By five, Rachael's disappearance was the lead story on all the local news stations, even in Tucson and Phoenix. When six rolled around, there were more cars parked along No-Water Lane than when the Hasslers had hosted their last Fourth of July barbecue. Come 7:15 P.M., more than forty people had crowded into Will and Rachael's modest adobe home in A.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 9697ea4 | Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in, or walling out. | Blake Crouch | ||
| e60ca79 | That prick's still your copyeditor?" "Yep. He's such a dick." | Blake Crouch | ||
| e2f0e08 | Were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they're measured by their consequences. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 185175b | Oh, you mean so we can coexist? What kind of let's-hold-hands hippie shit are you suggesting? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 74ce930 | He thought of all the quaint Victorian houses in Wayward Pines and of all the families who lived inside them. How many residents--inmates--kept up a strong, carefree countenance during the day, but then lay awake at night, sleepless, minds racing, terrified and struggling to comprehend why they'd been locked away in this scenic prison? He imagined more than a few. But human beings were, if nothing else, adaptable. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 47aabd2 | Lo que pudo haber sido y lo que ha sido se dirigen a un mismo fin, que siempre esta presente. Las pisadas resuenan en la memoria a traves del pasadizo que no tomamos, hacia la puerta que nunca abrimos. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 379a7d3 | Are we standing in a physical location?" "I think it's a manifestation of the mind as it attempts to visually explain something our brains haven't evolved to comprehend." | Blake Crouch | ||
| 0b4110d | The people I bring out of suspension to populate my town won't have Facebook or iPhones, iPads, Twitter, next-day delivery. They'll interact like our species used to. Face-to-face. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 12b23c3 | Perhaps once he had been a good clown. A noble clown. But he'd stolen Randall's chainsaw, and had to die. | Blake Crouch |