British crime stories tend to be very internal, psychological, claustrophobic, very limited in terms of geography. — 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
“He changed his final wad up at the train station. Which was a sad place now. There were homeless people and disturbed people hanging… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“They had come for us in the night. Hey had come expecting a lot of blood. They had come with all their gear. Their… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“He hauled the right-hand guy next to the left-hand guy, close together, shoulder to shoulder, and he picked up the heavy box like a… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
