“Billy was a hardscrabble country boy, maybe forty years old, lean and furtive, like a fox and a squirrel had a kid, and spent half the time baking it in the sun, and the other half beating it with a… — 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
