Make Me (Jack Reacher, #20)

by Lee Child

We live in strange times. Poor people are fat, and rich people are thin. That never happened before.”

The only fights you truly win are the ones you don’t have.”

relaxed in a way that made any previous notion of repose seem like furious agitation.

He liked fiction better than fact, because fact often wasn’t. Like most people he knew a couple of things for sure, up close and eyeballed, and when he saw them in books they were wrong. So he liked made-up stories better, because everyone knew where they were from the get-go. He wasn’t strict about genre. Either shit happened, or it didn’t. Chang

“Admit nothing, even on your deathbed. You might suddenly get better.”

“Forty thousand suicides every year in America. One every thirteen minutes. Statistically we’re more likely to kill ourselves than each other. Who knew?”