“little shit.” Oatha withdrew a scrap of paper from his flap pocket, slid it across the bar. Joss unfolded it, saw where Oatha had scribbled something on a torn-out Montgomery Ward page advertising hobnailed miners’ boots. “Fuck is this?” — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t after you. - Joseph Heller” — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“It’s also the manifestation of everyone’s existential question: Am I who I was supposed to be? Is this the life I was meant to… — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“It will occur to him months from now that if this had been a movie, he wouldn’t have done it. Wouldn’t have sunk to… — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“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… — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“Are you losing your mind? You tell me. I can’t. Why? Because I am you.” — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“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… — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
I love to read the kind of books I write. Genre-breaking. Fresh-concept. World-building. My all-time top three authors would have to be Cormac McCarthy,… — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“He worries she’s going to ask what happened. Why he isn’t dead. It’s a question he’s been dreading and preparing for all day.” — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
