I don't care about the little guy. I just hate the big guy. I hate big smug people who think they can get away with things. — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“service. He gives a vague answer, along the lines of wanting to look after the little guy. His questioner is skeptical. She says, disbelievingly, “You care about the little guy?” “Not really,” Reacher admits. “I don’t really care about the… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“Reacher got to them on the plane. He put them out of action and stole their wallets.” “On the plane?” “He broke Lozano’s fingers… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“A maintenance dose. It would keep her asleep all night. It would keep her warm, and gentle, and relaxed, and at peace, and cradled,… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“It had maroon paint and exposed brick and scarred wood, and a chalkboard menu about ninety percent full of things that don’t really belong… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“The Zip Code is about the size of Chicago. With five people. But hey, welcome to Wyoming.” — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“You got to imagine your memory is like an old bucket, you know? Once it’s filled up with old stuff there ain’t no way… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
That should be your town motto. It's all I ever hear. Like: New Hampshire, Live Free or Die. It should be: Despair, You Need… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“OK, Finlay, let’s get it done,” I said. “I don’t have an address because I don’t live anywhere. Maybe one day I’ll live somewhere… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
