The Affair (Jack Reacher, #16)

by Lee Child

I said nothing. I’m good at saying nothing. I don’t like talking. I could go the rest of my life without saying another word, if I had to.

I didn’t want to have to hit the guy. Not with my hands. I’m no hygiene freak, but even so, with a guy like that, I would feel the need to wash up afterward, extensively, with good soap, especially if there was pie in my future. So I planned on kicking him instead.

She was lean and lithe and limber, and she seemed to be moving slower than the rest of the world, like fit strong people always do.

And no soldier does more than he has to. No soldier ever has, since Alexander the Great first put his army together. Initiative in the ranks usually ends in tears.

Twelve-gauge lead shot settles most disputes at the first time of asking.

discursive

Mom

It was still a beautiful morning, so I walked. Any day could be the last of life or liberty, so small pleasures were always worth pursuing.