“I was in the 110th MP,” Reacher said. “I’m not scared of PTSD. PTSD is scared of me.” — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“The guy who was standing said, “We don’t want you here.” Reacher said, “You’re confusing me with someone who gives a shit… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“Aaron stared down at his pad of paper, unsure. He said, “So what would be the best word for you? Vagrant?” Reacher… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
Reacher said, "So here's the thing Brett. Either you take your hand off my chest, or I'll take it off your wrist. — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“Zec back toward the living room. The kettle’s whistle died away, like an air raid siren winding down. The house went quiet… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“Deal with it,” Reacher said. “It happened. It can’t un-happen. Most folks aren’t going to like it. Deep down humans haven’t been… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
It gives me some kind of chance to survive the night." "How are those better odds? If you come back with me,… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“You’re a hard man, Reacher,” she said. He was quiet in turn. “I think I’m a realistic man,” he said. “And a… — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“Thurman asked, “Are you born again?” Reacher said, “Once was enough for me.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” “You should think about… — 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… — 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
